Vanessa Kingsley

Rookie (March 16th / Colorado Springs, Colorado)

Vanessa Kingsley Poems

1. Mirror Mirror On The Wall 2/14/2009
2. Performing 2/14/2009
3. Insane 2/14/2009
4. Expectations 2/15/2009
5. Knowing 2/15/2009
6. The Page Is Blank 2/15/2009
7. Way Back When 2/15/2009
8. You Don'T Care (Ditch) 2/14/2009
9. Cries Of Life Pt 1 2/14/2009
10. Falling 2/14/2009
11. Like Every Other Year Pt 1 2/14/2009
12. Raven's Crow Pt 1 2/15/2009
13. Dreaming: Death's Ball 2/17/2009
14. One Outcome 2/17/2009
15. How? 2/17/2009
16. Fair Thee Well 2/18/2009
17. War Pt 1 2/18/2009
18. Inspired By *rebirth Of Sick (Cool Like Dat) - Digable Plantes* 2/20/2009
19. Decide To Hesitate 2/24/2009
20. Denying It All 2/24/2009
21. Two Ways 2/24/2009
22. Denial 2/24/2009
23. Back At One 2/27/2009
24. Losing Love 3/8/2009
25. Bitterness 3/8/2009
26. Shut The Out Ii 3/10/2009
27. Cynic With Love 3/10/2009
28. Why 3/13/2009
29. Untitled 3/13/2009
30. Black Rain 3/13/2009
31. Neptune's Lullaby 3/13/2009
32. Midnight 3/13/2009
33. Poetry 3/13/2009
34. Wishes And Dreams 3/13/2009
35. Realization 3/13/2009
36. Wrongfully Right Anger 3/13/2009
37. Hot, Cold, Numb…gone 3/13/2009
38. The Twilight Poet 3/13/2009
39. Perception 3/13/2009
40. Undefined 3/13/2009
Best Poem of Vanessa Kingsley

Angels All Around

Touched by a revealing light
I look into the setting sun’s rays
Serenity overwhelms me once more
So many words I want to say
But our conversation goes nowhere
I don’t feel like explaining it anymore
Looking for my angel
Where did she go?
Seems she left
Only for a while
I keep my mind at ease
Knowing he still smiles
Down on my frame
Up in that city of gold
Pain erased from his features forever
Suddenly, my problems vanish
The wind blows
A warm breeze caresses my face
Angels linger around me
Faith is so hard to keep
I sometimes don’t...

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Alone

Alone
The wind blows hard as the sky grows dark. The moon shines full; a lazy halo surronds it becuas eif the swirling mist.
Lights are out, streets are quiet. I am alone.
The world is silent. The darkness moves. Nothing at all is here.
The raven crows and dark clouds pass over the moon.
The body lays motionless and leaks blood.
It is crimson against the black concrete and swirls in a puddle.
The wind blows harder, your heart grows colder.
The concrete seems to fill you.

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