Biography of Kelsea Osterman
I am a lover not a fighter but I will fight for what I believe in. I love my poetry and I love to write it. I think poetry is the one of the only reasons why I am dealing with life instead of running. I don't hate my life I just hate some of the people who have come into it and then destroyed it. Almost all my poems are about love and not in a good way. There are some poems that don't really have a meaning to them or a person their about. When I get an idea I just write and most of the time they turn into lots of poems. Everyone worries about me even though they shouldn't. I first started to write when I was in 7th grade at Hurley I think that was the only reason why I really liked that school My life is a story all on its own and I know I am so young so how can I write about love. Well it wasn't love that really got me started on poetry. It was nothing but a lie. My boyfriend at the time told me a lie and that is where a lot of my poems come from. I know sounds like I should see someone believe me my family wants me to go see someone. Well I want to be that someone that helps kids like me, so tell me how I can help them solve their own problems when everyone thinks I can't solve my own. Well I can and my answer is poetry. And I love it, it's the best thing any of my ex-boyfriends have ever done for me. They have given me ideas for my poetry and for that, I am grateful. I know I sound weird but that is me you could say I got it from my fav. Poet. Edger Allen Poe. Just kinda the rest is all me and so I hope my poetry effects everyone as much as it effects me.
Kelsea Osterman's Works:
I have 2 poems published in 2 different books.
Kelsea Osterman Poems
I walk a path that has no end. It seems to go on and on. Never comes to an end and has no light.
I Hate That I Love You (Remix)
I hate the way you can look at me and I get lost in your gaze. I hate the way you can see past my looks and see who I really am.
Brothers Till The End
Taken from me and returned to our mother Hera. You were my brothers by blood and at heart. And now you lay separate, Only one is allowed to return to the heavens,
Is what I am so bad? Is being pure so bad that I get mocked Is being who I am what makes me so different Because I don’t follow what everyone else does?
A Simple Little Letter
I love you is all want to say to you. I do I do love you, sure it took some time but I know now that I really do. I love you with all the little tiny fragments of my broken heart. But no now that I want you, you want nothing, nothing to do with me.
The History Teacher
The last of the group is a teacher. A history teacher to be in fact. And I know many hate the study of history, But there are some who just love his classes.
There is a girl who I hate. There is a girl who has blue eyes. There is a girl who has blonde hair. There is only one person I hold this hate for.
Life was always like her poems. Really poetry was her life. Her life was free and forever flowing just like her poetry. There was always a hint of pain and sorrows in every line.
You are but a young girl. A sweet little girl. Yet you hold my heart. And you hold my soul.
Life Or Death
it is but a simple thing. This thing we call life. We hold it so dear yet means nothing to me. What is this thing we call life.
I never thought you could hurt me. I thought I closed the iron gates after the last one left. But yet again you proved me wrong. Ha silly me.
Tears, fall down my face as I finally see what I truly mean to you. Tears fall and hit the ground every time I think of you. I watch as the tears fall and hit the floor. Blood, soon mixes with the tears that have fallen.
Lost Is My Quiet
Lost is what I am. Lost is who I am. Lost is who I have been. Every since I Lost you I have been Lost too.
You promised that you’d always be there. You promised I could always count on you. That you’d be there for me. Well here I am in need of you.
Who Am I?
Who am I, but a simple person.
Someone who believes there is
someone out there waiting just
for me. Someone who believes
she is always right, even whe
wrong. A someone who makes mistakes
all the time, but never forgives herself.
I am someone who believes only when
I need to. I am someone who sees