there are simple things about you
the ones you find yourself to hate
like stray freckles
and skin that wrinkles
or even extra parts of you
it is in those little imperfections
where i find myself falling in love
with every inch of you
-k.j.c

she was a rose
delicate,
beautiful,
mysterious
then one day,
someone plucked her
now all that remains,
are the thorns
they left behind
-k.j.c

we exist
only for brief moments in time
so when we die
we better hope the end
is only just a new beginning
-k.j.c

it was among the wildflowers
where she found refuge
where the winds always sang
and trees always danced
when the rains came
she danced along with them
keeping to the beat
of the deep rolls of thunder
she was as wild as the beasts
and as free as the birds
it was only there
in the shelter of the meadow
among the wildflowers
where the forest kept watch
that she found
who she really ought to be
-k.j.c

she had secrets so deep
that not even the depths of the ocean
could understand her
-k.j.c

you asked me for two words,
so all i uttered was this:
look up
-k.j.c

as children we are told to fear monsters
for they lived under our beds
and dwelled in dark corners
casting shadows while we slept
leaving closet doors cracked open
but no one told us  
we could be monsters too
now every time i look in the mirror
i am afraid of what i see
-k.j.c