Underwhelmed
underwhelmed
“Don’t wear shorts above
the knees as you do that way.”
“Why do you come to work
dressed so fancy every day?”
“Flirt more, work for it;
I find that’s the hottest.”
“Try not to be so sexual,
women should be more modest.”
“You should wear less makeup,
don’t hide away your gorgeous face.”
“Wear more makeup
because you look so tired today!”
“Make sure you dye your hair
to the roots so it’s the blondest.”
“You should change your hair
back to brown; I’m just being honest.”
“Don’t talk so much in class;
you’re taking up too much space.”
“Why don’t you talk more?
I know you got something to say.”
“You should finish up school,
to ensure you’re the sharpest.”
“Don’t go to school at all
if you want to be a real artist.”
If I let the world control me,
it’ll rip me to shreds.
It’ll take this tapestry I’ve woven
and turn it into threads.
If I let the world control me,
I won’t understand myself.
IF I WAS ALL THE WORLD
WANTED ME TO BE,
YOU’D FIND YOURSELF …underwhelmed.
-kalika
More Posts from By-kalika and Others
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.
8 Years in the Desert
-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
On Purpose
what is a purpose anyways??
a dogma turned down for felicity’s sake?
a word to the wise paraphrased,
into which the world buys initially by mistake?
what is your purpose for really??
to use “truth” to skirt around morality?
saying youth aren’t wise to query;
to spew worthless lies then deny adamantly?
what does your purpose mean to you??
dusty words representing their world’s maker?
protection for all you’ve been through,
is it a mechanism preventing failure?
what does your purpose say about you??
does it help people understand or hound you?
a version of you that sprouts true,
does it reveal what you haven’t amounted to?
“purpose” — does it truly serve us?
does this notion do a disservice to some?
it’s a thought we shouldn’t purchase..
if purpose’s value’s worthless or “zero sum.”
-kalika
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