Life After Loss -kalika

Her…

-kalika

ALWAYS RUNNING

-kalika

SoundCloud

Always Running (spoken word)

I do a lot of running for someone who doesn’t run, And by that I mean I’m always running from something. Not an easy catch, From men, I

-kalika

Pensacola

a pen to hold us in the summertime

where nature speaks and colors rhyme

sunset reflections across the shoreline

a day well spent to restore my mind

holding onto vitamin D daydreams

while my joy basks in sun-ray beams

and peace blows in with the cool breeze

time froze the devil in the deep blue sea

the ebb and flow; matter in motion

feeling the sea swell as the wind’s blowing

the foamy glaze drifting across the ocean

chasing mole crabs as we’re beach combing

swimming below waves as they break

beach volleyball games well played

in red bikinis while drinking all day

a place far enough from home to escape

carrying sand between my naked toes

buried in the land of a world unknown

where water cools and the warm sun glows

there’s no better place I could’ve chose

-kalika

Me & Christine

A piece of my heart is buried with you, anxiously beating below the sand and soil where you lie.

I kneel next to your grave desperately needing to dig my way back to you.

Maybe if I can retrieve the other half of my heart, you'll somehow come back with it.

Our memories have no rhyme or reason because my heart lacks any consistent beat anymore.

Nearly every ounce of its will throbs tiredly remaining buried beneath the ground, as it rests in the shadow of what was left behind when your soul left your body.

-kalika

A. Scarlet Heart

my heart’s now made of darkness,

I’ll play your game.

on my chest; draw a scarlet A;

I’ll take all the blame.

if you’re gonna brand me a villain,

I’ll light up this flame.

I’ll spark a match just to watch the

world burn in your name.

speak of the mighty devil, and she shall appear.

she’ll take everything from ya since you volunteered.

they say money’s the root of all evil,

but they’ve never met me.

I play with the devil’s advocate;

don’t dare bet against me.

get ready and heed my warning;

you ought to expect me.

a necessary evil, I had to become;

you will never forget me.

I will take you down with me to face hellish frontiers.

we’ll go to hell in a hand-basket to find what you fear.

I’ll summon my rebellious hellions,

and zip up my Reaper jacket.

I’ll melt and mix up magic to place

poison in your brass cup.

with threads of molten hot malevolence,

I’ll weave a flower basket.

rafflesias, wolfsbane, and monkey orchids,

I’ll lay them in your casket.

speak of the mighty devil, and I shall appear.

I’ll take everything from ya; for you volunteered.

you’ll go to hell in a hand-basket; I’ll learn what you fear.

you’re coming down with me to face hellish frontiers.

-kalika

SoundCloud

A. Scarlet Heart (spoken word)

my heart’s now made of darkness, I’ll play your game. on my chest; draw a scarlet A; I’ll take all the blame. if you’re gonna brand me a

Litmus Test

insurmountable mountains proved moveable on that summer day in July; the world was born to be beautiful, and excellence glazed over the sky.

I ‘stumbled’ into a doubtless morning; the air was crisp and clean, as if the sun rays dared blanket all that my eyes had ever seen.

the clouds whispered in their lover’s ears; and the birds played my favorite song, as I laid there ever-so quietly learning to hum along.

the sunshine kissed your stomach sweetly as the bees went shopping for new trees; and suddenly for a moment, I became who I wanted to be.

our laughter ‘slipped’ harmoniously in tune with nature’s pitch, seducing the trees to dance in windy rhythms; and once again, the world was rich.

I felt the ‘plunge’ of a joyous thrill overwhelm me as I tucked my head into your arms. musing ‘mellow’ and melting ‘yellow,’ my soul bubbled delightfully in your wild skylit warmth.

you ‘sprang’ and ‘spilled’ a wonderland under the love of bright sun beams; as I gazed down at your body, sweat ‘drops’ of dew began to bead;

and down into a land of day lit dreams, I serendipitously ‘fell,’ as they boldly glistened and gleamed lilting a tale they knew oh so well.

they chimed a melody that happily embraced the wishes of rainbows and wind; for these prismatic, dome ‘window panes’ contained all the keys to life’s origins.

they made oasis waves ripple across space, and time came to an end; now, I reminisce about those days in hopes to once again transcend.

Looking back…

I have a rather suspicious guess when I ponder about that lovely whimsical day

that I would have failed a ‘litmus test’ for true love’s kiss had never before done me quite that way.

-kalika

SoundCloud

Litmus Test (spoken word)

insurmountable mountains proved moveable on that summer day in July; the world was born to be beautiful, and excellence glazed over the sky

Is this all AI?

haha. no. i write all of it. just the mad ramblings of a lost girl i suppose.

but the pictures are not mine. they are AI and made with NightCafe, and i edit them in Canva. i make no claims to their originality. Though i do draw. just not fast enough to draw something for each poem or song.

The poem ^^ I’m Free features one of my original drawings.