lena k

lena k May 2018

"no."

you stole my light
when i told you to stop
and you ignored my red light
and kept going
like my body was undiscovered land
and you were a colonizer.
perhaps my asking you to stop
turned you on
made you hungry.
you looked at me with your hungry eyes
like i was fresh meat
for you to take and have for yourself
ignoring my stop signs
cries
screams
because i am nothing more
than an object to you
made for your manipulation and pleasures.

consent is key

lena k Oct 2017

let it cry

Tonight, I see a fire
burning in the sky.
Pour some water on it,
let it cry.
Complain, just complain;
complain when she cries.
yet complain again when she doesn’t,
and your dear garden dies.
They want her to cry,
not too little or too much.
They want her to cry,
but only just enough.
Quite often,
you long for her tears,
ignoring the pain she’s felt
for a countless amount of years.

a poem about the sunsets.

Jul 2017

Wynter Watkins

ERROR:

ERROR ERROR:
OVERLOAD, STORAGE IS DRAINED // MY HEART WON'T STOP BEATING, MY MIND IS IN PAIN //
OVERTHINKING, MY SOUL HAS A VIRUS
MY HARD-DRIVE HAS A BUG //
MOTHER SAYS THEY CAN'T FIX ME ,
ITS TIME TO PULL THE PLUG.
**

lena k Jul 2017

empty

Empty.
I feel like spiders have crawled inside me
and made themselves a home.
I need someone to exterminate my bones
because I currently feel dangerously alone.
I sit in the car and stare out the window.
From a different perspective, I experience other's lives go by.
My mother looks over and asks what I'm thinking about.
Fake smile, "Nothing," I say, trying to ignore my urge to cry.

to die.

Empty.
An unexplained, unnamed emotion.
A misunderstood, ignored emotion.
Misunderstood and ignored.
Adjectives I could use to describe myself.
Never thought about...
I'm all by myself.
"I need someone," I told you.
That was my silent cry for help.
"That was rude, you know I'm here for you,"
you told me.
you misunderstood me.

Empty.
I need someone to need me.

I'm sorry it doesn't all rhyme. I didn't know how to rhyme what I was screaming.

lena k May 2017

exhausted.

I'm so tired
of having to just sit here
and accept the fact that you barely thought of me all year.
You tell me,
"Don't go, I'd miss you,"
each time my mind wonders.
But I know you're lying.
You know I'm crying.
I've had time to sit and ponder.
I've come to the realization
that I've cried to you multiple times.
But everything you say to me
is rehearsed
and only to be kind.
I've told you almost a million times
of how empty I feel inside.
You cheer me up
and pretend to care.
But if I left,
you'd never cry.
I've told you a million times
that I want to feel damage and pain.
However, if I were to go,
you'd still be completely sane.
I wish that I could tell you
that I love you very much so.
But I know just how that would end up.
It'd end with endless crying
days and weeks in a row.
So now, I'll admit it.
I've reached end of my strength.
I feel so lost, alone, and empty.
This is the end of my days.
I'm so tired.
Exhausted..

lena k Apr 2017

silent screams

Look at her.
The girl over there; she's happy, right?
Always laughing and always smiling.
She's like a little ray of light.
You've never thought to ask her,
"Are you feeling okay?"
because she seems like
she's happy everyday.
But little do you know,
everyday, she comes home
to an empty house.
Because it's empty,
it's her free time to just cry and shout.
Shout at the walls
for keeping in the sound of her cries.
She looks forward to the day
her body becomes limp and dies.
At night, she eats her homemade meal.
Then goes upstairs and turns the shower handle,
life no longer seems real.
She stands and silently cries,
her tears look identical to the water.
That way, her parents never worry
about their daughter.
She cries herself to sleep,
then goes back to school each day.
She walks through the doors,
glances at her peers.
"Goodmorning," you'll hear her say.
She says it with a smile on her face.
A smile you'd never second guess.
A smile you'd never think
is any different from the rest.

It's not the best, I'm sorry.

lena k Jan 2017

mother nature

poor mother nature.
she's so mistreated.
humans just mistreat her
until she is defeated.
whenever she cries,
the children play in her tears.
her sadness has covered the skies
for many many years.
whenever she cries,
the adults complain of being bored.
bored because their wish
is to destroy her even more.
you don't typically think
of the weather this way.
hopefully you'll understand
and be gentle one day.

i've been kinda ugh lately.