Kelsea Osterman

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 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.

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?

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 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.


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.

You are but a young girl.
A sweet little girl.
Yet you hold my heart.
And you hold my soul.

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.


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.

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.

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.

I am but a girl who loved my brother.
Who loved her sister.
And who loved her country.
And if I am to be punished for what I believe in then so be it.

Can't help but feel sick to my stomach every time
I hear you say those words.
I know it shouldn't hurt but it does.
We know so little but we still know so much.

What is done is done. Listen to your heart.
All those lines I’ve heard before.
I’m sick of people telling me to listen to something that won’t speak to me.
I’m tired of being lead a stray because I try to listen to something that refuses to speak to 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.

You left me here all alone.
alone in this cruel world.
You told me you loved me
and that we would forever be together,

I hate the way you can look at me
and I get lost in you gaze.
I hate the way you can see past
my looks and see who I really am.

One day I'll leave you a black rose on your door step.
You'll see it every where you go.
No matter where you hide it, it will always find you.
I hope it brings back the memories of you and I.

Let me be free.
Let me speak the way I want to speak.
Hold me back no more.
Don’t tell me I’m wrong anymore.

Kelsea Osterman Biography

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.)

The Best Poem Of Kelsea Osterman


I walk a path that has no end.
It seems to go on and on.
Never comes to an end
and has no light.
It is dark and cold.
It is scary and I'm all alone.
I have to walk this path
wondering why I do it.
Why am I here and
where am I?
I walk this path with an
empty mind now.
Nothing to think about.
Nothing to do.
I wish to find the light.
Just a little light would be nice.
But here I am still wandering
these halls that have no end.
still no one here, and still all

Kelsea Osterman Comments

Dina Acuna 01 November 2011

You write amazing and from the heart so continue to do what ever helps you through your problems. If its writing then contiinue somwtimes you diont have to see someone for help writing soothes the soul sometimes. Continue what your doing it is great!

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John Hancock 04 November 2011

Your words are very powerful and thought provoking you have a strong sense of thy self and have set healthy bonderies around you well done take care and be well

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Metin Sahin 08 February 2012

write from you inside as you wish.that means poem: Good wristsing little girl.Congrul

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Justina Haner 01 February 2010

ur an amazing poet! ! ! u can actually prolly get some of these published someday. keep writing i love ur poems

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William Drews 30 March 2014

It is wonderful to see the feeling for life that you have.

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Connor Whyte 01 April 2012

I think you have the heart to do so well In life and it always gets better. I love your writing as I love your words. Stay strong and things will clear up.

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Daniel Warner 19 March 2012

Very nice poetry it was a nice.Oh yeah Hi

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The Prince Of Darkness 02 March 2012

I can't reply to the message you sent me. It said you won't allow people to message you

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I read a poem of you for the first time today, and its for the first time I see or comment on your work, I also gave my self time to Read your biography... And onE thing I can say, I LIKE YOU... And I want to know you even more better, am slightly old with age... But what I have to learn from your writting is even more older than me, you are a great writter, one who is admired! Keep doing your thing

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