kaci brown

July 20, 2006

Choked the life of a living girl.
Burned the dreams in a dying world.
Gave a chance then ya took it back.
From petals of red to black on black.

Failed security failed the cuff.
There's no release and never enough.
Lay to rest your vacant hope.
Lay to rest and let it go.

This is what I wrote last night, after having a huge fight with my Mom. I am the farthest thing from a confrontational person. I tend to just okay everyone, and do what I can to make them happy. Whether or not my poems make any sense, I write them to get my feelings off my chest. I'm sure many of you do the same thing. I normally don't share my work until it's a song, but I thought some of you might relate.

I guess these things are meant to happen to teach us one thing or another, but I hate when it takes a while to reveal what it is we're supposed to learn.

All I want is to be happy, loved, and supported. I don't think I'm any better than the person to my left, so why in a million years would I think I'm capable of fixing everything? Why would I take on something so unfeasible, and take it personal if it doesn't work out?

-Kaci

July 18, 2006