Biography of Kacey Hauck
its kind of funny, reading some of the comments people leave me. cuz they leave them on some of my least favorites saying that they are my best ones. oh well. we all have different oppinions(:
i know you may be thinking, 'your young to be a poet' but writing has always came natural to me. i started writing poetry in third grade. and well. it was terrible. but in due time i got better and have won awards for my short stories. poetry is my favorite type of writing and i love to hear what people think of my poems.
Kacey Hauck's Works:
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Kacey Hauck Poems
sorry im not perfect sorry im not true sorry im not happy sorry im not you
Cant Walk Away
you love me not you love me so you love me now but let me go?
A Baby Cries
a baby cries out not knowing how much trouble hes in only knowing about how he feels. will he even realize it when hes 10?
Helpless Child. (Against Abortion)
mom, im crying out for your help hoping you will protect me mommy why must you harm me? i havent done anything, i cant even see
weakness' hiding themselve to the world they were held prisoners against their will they had no choice but to stay kept inside for the captors fear of letting them kno, of letting them show
she is the master at charades never letting them see who she really is once they get too close she staggers back and does all in her power to make them leave
her mind is racing with the pictures un folding here were the troubles shes facing theres a knife shes holding
its the pain in her eyes the smile when she lies the way she acts like shes okay never saying what she wants to say
she wants to say goodbye but they just said hello her second thoughts are now coming up from below
you are my poison my little taste of death with you i risk every single breath
To Be Titled
im searching for you reaching out to take your hand wanting to know your around but i feel nothing
scared and upset crying like never before wanting to get away but cant walk out the door
she walks in the room and turns around there isnt a smile apon her face, just a frown is it and which as she walks around the pounding of her foorsteps are the only sound
they look at me & wht they see is the rhyme master but all i see is a dangerous disaster once apon a time is just a fantasy why do they tell me what i just dont see
Cant Walk Away
you love me not
you love me so
you love me now
but let me go?
not ready enough
to stick around
here i go
im breaking down