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James Kelley 6
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waltzingbeneaththestars asked: Hey! I thoroughly enjoy your blog. I just started a writing blog, I was wondering if you can take a look at it and if you like the little things you read, please follow :) Thanks for the love in advance.
Just popped in to check my mail….I can’t thank you enough for the compliment…however I literally just got off work…I will definitely follow and do my best to check you out when I get off tomorrow afternoon. Thanks again for taking the time to give a tired man the energy to smile :) -James
can’t figure out how to “ask” on your profile btw…I’m sort of a novice at tumblr still believe it or not…it can be confusing with every page layout being different…tried commenting on your page several times now…have you enabled disquis? Anyway love your stuff and I’m looking forward to seeing more from you!
Not yet…
The rain poured,
and fell on his shoulders.
Each drop a reminder that gravity pulls
everything closer,
constantly synchronizing the universe
and composing balance.
But,
why not him as well?
Why does he feel so detached?
Like a dead leaf on a vine that grows
indifferent to its decay…
Leaving it to rot and become nothing more
than nourishment for the greater good.
Is that his purpose?
To be trodden upon by the wild,
beaten down and eventually devoured
by everything he loved?
He closes his eyes and waits for the sting;
The beautiful ending to a caustic story…
but nothing comes to pass..
Not yet.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
What gives beating hearts strength.
Would a lesser spine break under the weight
of tribulation that persists past the arc
of perceptual balance?
Atlas shrugged, and Achilles knelt
in fear that he would never get up again.
What gives a soul the strength it needs
to labor through an ache with no cusp?
Can any being with the necessary
conviction become victorious?
Or are some destined to break
under the boot of life’s ugliness?
Tired men ask themselves
these questions every day,
taking comfort in the fact that
no one can hear them.
They would be seen as
cowards in the face of
their peers…
Even though they all
look in the same mirror,
hoping for a reflection
with some sort of consistency.
Some sense that they are
accomplishing what they were put
here for.
We’re all being put to the “Test”,
and yet no one truly knows what
that means.
Maybe it’s the mirror..
Maybe it’s what we accept after each day,
when we’re tired and broken.
Maybe….
If we have the courage to hold our heads up
and look ourselves in they eyes and know
in our hearts that we’re truly present inside ourselves.
Maybe…
I think.
That’s what gives beating hearts strength.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
Still got a long way to fall.
I’ll never know why
I believed her eyes.
Simplicity drowned that night,
Resinous words
choked
out
my
bloom.
Insipid adoration soaked in divine promise.
She gave me her blood to drink,
only to have me bathe in my own.
I’ll never know why,
I loved the way it burnt my throat.
I’ll never know why,
she chose to let me go.
All I know is…
these stars remind me..
I’ve still got a long way to fall.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
Like I do.
Despite the architecture of my own stubborn spine,
I bend,
…yet again.
So that you might bleed out
one more smile.
I hold my palms high,
and thrust your unsteady
feet toward whatever goal
you’ve elected,
never asking why.
Never asking for you to pull me up too.
I just walk away,
and hear your laughter fade
as you dance into his arms
and breathe in my pain.
…I just want to make you happy.
Maybe this time,
this one will love you.
Like I do.
-James Kelley, All rights reserved.
