Keslyn's Poetry - Keslyn Barry (Alabama School of Fine Arts, Tenth Grade)

Lost Harmony

You inhabit my being, yet I receive so little

I provide you with beautiful sceneries, melodies, and fragrances

for you to crave artificial replacements?

You find refuge within my soul

and hack down my limbs leaving silhouettes.

I gift you life, yet you shorten mine.

Take care of me who gives you this experience.

I am giving all I can

Bold and Beautiful

Her clothes are big and her hair is even bigger

She has a prominent large and curvy figure

She never seems ready for any of her pictures

She attracts but never does she chase

She unapologetically takes up space

It’s hard to keep up with her quick pace

She says what’s on her mind

She lets you know when something isn’t right

A girl like her comes in divine time

Her ideas are bold

Her wisdom is gold

She has a vision she has to uphold

She doesn’t need their approval because she knows she is able

She deserves a seat at your table.

To Be Loved By An Artist

To be loved by an artist is a beautiful thing.

Poetry, paintings, pictures

Murals, movies, melodies

Songs, sculptures, sketches

Designs, dances, depictions

Innovation, illusion, ideas

You are the muse. Your legacy will live on.

A Girl And Her Room

Perhaps it's a way of holding onto childhood,

or the connection of her lamps, crystals, and plants

Maybe it is the way her empty water bottles pile up on her bedside table,

or the half-read books she keeps in a basket

Surely it's the way the pillows on her bed look lonely,

or how her candles are begging to be lit

Or is it how the light from the sun spills onto her carpet,

or at night, when the moon illuminates her covers with a comforting grasp

She craves her space

Whenever she isn't in her room, it is always on her mind

Something about a girl and her bond with her room is sublime.

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