Biography of Cassandra Kinman
My name is Cassandra Kinman. I was born in Louisville, Kentucky in April of 1996, even though I've never actually lived there. I currently live in Tenessee, although I've lived in Indiana, Illinois, and Alabama. In all these places I've lived I have had few friends and kept in touch with fewer. So I have about three REALLY close friends. I've always made little poems in my head, but usually I forgot them before I was able to write them down. Since finding this site though I've made a conscious effort to write down my little poems quickly. Subsequently, the poems you are welcome to or are reading. Feel free to leave comments or criticism.
Cassandra Kinman Poems
My Best Friends
I have two best friends. When I am happy, One smiles wide and gives a high five; The other wags its tail and shakes his furry head.
I thought you were my friend. Maybe I was only a game, For you to play.
I don't have many friends. I listen to country music. I like to read a lot. And if it were possible
Loneliness And Laughter
Loneliness and Laughter, Great rivals are they. Loneliness is saddness. Loneliness is crushing.
In life, your status Is defined by your character. In sports, your status Is defined by
When We Sleep
Where do you go when you sleep? 'You go to your dreams', you say. But do you? Oh, you have some dreams,
Shall I walk down cement streets, Knowing one day they'll be paved with gold? Shall I look at loved ones, Knowing one day I'll see the ones passed on?
I write to free my soul. I write to clear my mind. I write to say, 'I love you.' I write to say, 'Goodbye.'
I once heard a quote 'I will write what I never could say' I don't know who wrote it, But I know that is true.
I look around and all I see Are faces full, sorrow, anger, and jealousy. I close my eyes in pain. You come up behind me
He's waiting for me To make my move. It turns out I'm waiting, too. He's afraid of what I might say.
He's waiting for me
To make my move.
It turns out I'm waiting, too.
He's afraid of what I might say.
I'm afraid of what he might not do.
Each of us is afraid
Of a line we've drawn
Hoping that the other might jump across
And say, 'I love you'