K1ng

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K1ng

Free

K1ng

1 min read

I’ve often wondered what it means to be free

To run with the wind and swim with the sea

To fly with the birds and knowing endlessly

That I’ve found the place I’m meant to be

Sadly I don’t know how this could be reality

For I am forever trapped yelling hopelessly

For a saviour come to save the best part of me

In my dreams I cry for even a glimpse of “free”...

Poetry

K1ng

1 min read

They say I’m crazy. They say i’ve lost my mind. But i can see the things they can’t. Don’t blame me when they are gone. They dug too deep, found treasure, and got too eager. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay....

Mystery

Theif

K1ng

1 min read

I can’t breathe.

You’ve stolen my breath, and I’ve let you have it.

Have my heart, my mind and soul as well.

They were already yours.

Your beauty pains me in a way I don’t know.

I stand in the shadows, a silent moon

Waiting for the sun to gaze upon me again

When you turn around, it’s your eyes I notice first.

Then your smile.

I would never trade anything for this moment

A moment that will turn ...

Romance

Poetry

Enchantingly Beautiful

K1ng

1 min read

She is beautiful.

Enchantingly so.

I walk closer, eager to be near her.

I hold out my hands and she takes them in hers.

They are cold.

I wonder why.

I stare at her.

Every part of her is perfect.

She starts to speak and I almost faint with delight.

Everything fades to black, but that’s okay....

Pride

K1ng

1 min read

It’s not a phase. It’s not a lie. It is me. I am bi. No, don’t speak. Hold your tongue. I need not your approval or songs to be sung. I simply need you to know, and be annoyed if you must. I am bi, and you’ll need to adjust. Just a small part of your brain, no big deal. Try it, and see how you feel. You need take no action, nor cry of my sorrow. You just need to be there still tomorrow. I am still...

Painful Bliss

K1ng

1 min read

Life without you would be painful bliss.

Not having to wake each day to the knowledge that love is a one-way street.

I wouldn’t waste on tears on the past or future,

I plead for a life without me in yours.

A side character in your story.

Loved for a chapter, but forgotten in a story.

If I weren’t with you, I wouldn’t have to spend each hour regretting loving you.

See, I know you could never love m...

Small Stars

K1ng

1 min read

Small stars in the sky

Are still sad smiles

Speaking softly in a safe space.

Scared to show significant soft spots for fear of sneers

So, search silently for the stars in your sky.

Small smiles are still significant for small stars.

Soon, with specks of kindness, small stars smile....

Just An Average Monday

K1ng

1 min read

“THE GOVERNMENT IS A LIE. SAVE YOURSELVES!”

I watch as the clearly deranged woman runs around in circles, yelling at strangers.

“HONESTLY. WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF CELERY?! WHO EATS CELERY?! MUST BE A SPY SENT FROM THE GOVERNMENT.

IS IT WEIRD THAT I WANT TO TRY SQUIRREL MEAT? LIKE, YOU’D ASSUME IT’S BE CRUNCHY, WOULDN’T YOU?! BUT WHAT IF IT’S NOT?

WHO KNOWS? IS IT A SIMULATION?” She runs up to a man...

Humour

Light In A Pitch Black Room

K1ng

1 min read

What is the point of all this pain?

What is the point of wishing to live again?

What is the point of knowing I’ll never be sane, wandering around with nothing to gain?

Is it the chirp of crickets at night?

The lanterns swinging, bringing peace and light?

The smell of flowers after a storm?

The crackle of a campfire, still bright and warm?

I wish I could tell you what you wanted to hear,

That the...

Poetry

I Love You

K1ng

1 min read

On a night long ago

Now stolen by time

Was the last time I meant those flickering words of mine.

On a night when the smell of rain haunted the air

On a night when we had little care

Was the last time I meant it

Is it truly fair?

So, when they ask,

‘Did you ever mean it?’

I’ll laugh and say in response,

‘Once, yes. But truly only once.’

For my love and my lover have since died from when I spo...

Romance

Poetry