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Some my call this a rant, some call it
"Attention Getting." I call it "A Cry for HELP!"
Every month or so, I come across a note, story, or poem about Suicide. About 90 percent of the time, it is fictional. The writer's creative mind at play. The other 10 percent, it's Dead Serious. I want you to know that I take it as such- Serious. I care about you all, and God forbid, I lose anyone of you to Suicide. I want you to know, that it would send me over the edge, I would lose it. I would end my stay here on DA. I've had such tradgey affect me on another writing website that will go unnamed. And I had to leave this site behind, in my past, haunting me because I should have done something. Somebody should have done something. It could have and should have been prevented.
Now, I have to ask myself, does the powers to be on DA, the Ambassadors, the Administrative watchers over "R" rated language and profanity ever notice these "Cries For Help?" Do they take action? I mean, not censorship, heavens no! They wouldn't be afraid that they'd be promoting Teen Angst, or mass Suicide of its members? No surely not! They would somehow contact this young person, this vulnerable, neglected child, and offer their support, their help and assistance. Give them somebody they can talk to and trust. A friend. That's what I pray happens. Otherwise, it's up to You and Me.
I want Anyone and Everyone to know that I Will Be That Person. I take on that responsibility gladly. Bear in mind that I'm no professional. No, not even close. But I can be that one person who really cares, who really listens. A true friend that they can trust won't leave them hanging. (pardon the pun.)
So be it an attention getting mechanism, or a serious cry for help, I'm here to tell you all... I'm the one. I care. I am your friend, so you can't say that you have no one who cares or is not there. I will not leave you, I will not give up on you. Why? Because you are special. You are worthwhile. You matter to me. Seriously. You can bank on it!
(Okay, taking a deep breath, there... I think that'll do don't you?)
🤗💓Kelly.
"Attention Getting." I call it "A Cry for HELP!"
Every month or so, I come across a note, story, or poem about Suicide. About 90 percent of the time, it is fictional. The writer's creative mind at play. The other 10 percent, it's Dead Serious. I want you to know that I take it as such- Serious. I care about you all, and God forbid, I lose anyone of you to Suicide. I want you to know, that it would send me over the edge, I would lose it. I would end my stay here on DA. I've had such tradgey affect me on another writing website that will go unnamed. And I had to leave this site behind, in my past, haunting me because I should have done something. Somebody should have done something. It could have and should have been prevented.
Now, I have to ask myself, does the powers to be on DA, the Ambassadors, the Administrative watchers over "R" rated language and profanity ever notice these "Cries For Help?" Do they take action? I mean, not censorship, heavens no! They wouldn't be afraid that they'd be promoting Teen Angst, or mass Suicide of its members? No surely not! They would somehow contact this young person, this vulnerable, neglected child, and offer their support, their help and assistance. Give them somebody they can talk to and trust. A friend. That's what I pray happens. Otherwise, it's up to You and Me.
I want Anyone and Everyone to know that I Will Be That Person. I take on that responsibility gladly. Bear in mind that I'm no professional. No, not even close. But I can be that one person who really cares, who really listens. A true friend that they can trust won't leave them hanging. (pardon the pun.)
So be it an attention getting mechanism, or a serious cry for help, I'm here to tell you all... I'm the one. I care. I am your friend, so you can't say that you have no one who cares or is not there. I will not leave you, I will not give up on you. Why? Because you are special. You are worthwhile. You matter to me. Seriously. You can bank on it!
(Okay, taking a deep breath, there... I think that'll do don't you?)
🤗💓Kelly.
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private drawings such as sketches, portraits and various handmade drawings. Due to the fact that it is not possible to hide folders, I decided to use this form of collecting my works
$100/month
'Night Shadows of Passerby'
Night shadows of passerby,
Men in expensive tailored suits,
Italian shoes that echo my mind.
Beautiful women on their arms,
Satisfied with the one.
Sultry music from the back alley pub,
Drinks lined up in shots,
Cheers and jeers for the dancer,
Tips with hopes of forget-me-nots.
My soul calls me home,
At the lonely wail of the saxophone.
Winter wind blows past me,
As I scrunch up my duster
and duck my head deeper under my hat.
Invisible to the night shadows,
Of passerby.
-Kelly.
'Map of the World'
"Map of the World"
My face has shadows that transform into smiles at the mere thought of you.
In the mirror, I see a map of the world, it's treasures burned deep into my skin. My beard, the contrast of greys and whites, with harlequin flecks of brown and gold. My eyes even smile. They have seen the sunset's and sunrise's of the Mediterranean, and my skin is tan and leathery from it's golden warm rays. My thirst has been quenched with Ale's from Amsterdam and Helsinki, Belgium and Kiel, and even Perth, London and Marseille. But I don't let my travels device me.
Of all the places I've been, all the adventures I've had, and all of the people I'
'Coming Home'
All day long, and into the night, I felt a presence.
Couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was definitely a presence felt.
Something touching me, or someone.
My uneasiness tugged at my gut,
neck hairs pricked.
Home alone, July 6th, a day that should have been normal, but it was anything but.
Someone or something was with me, watching me. It's a feeling that I've had before, but that day, it was thick in the air, the early summer heat pounding my head, my skin.
I tried to shake it with a cold beer, its golden elixir going down like rocky mountain water.
That's when it happened.
I turned around, someone standing a few feet behind me.
"
'Angel's Breath'
"Angel's Breath"
Soft blush red, shades of pastel pink,
Chablis glass stained-
Tastes of rose petals, cherry blossoms, even bubblegum, once.
Luscious Lips-
Wet and hungry,
Starving for touch.
Tempting my desire,
Setting my blood on fire.
Pearly whites bite down,
Pouty lips in a seductive frown.
Oh, what you can do to me,
With those decadent lips-
I pull you closer,
With the softness
Of my fingertips.
I kiss you, with everything
I got,
Holding back nothing-
Full on, open mouth, tongue in play,
A kiss that stays with you,
Throughout the night, and into the next day.
Angels breath,
Taking my breath away.
-Kelly.
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