Kid of Los Angeles
Biography of Kid of Los Angeles
Just a humble girl, living in a primitive world. On the outside, simplicity. On the inside, a complication like no other. With a deep sense of spiritual alignment, and a tender heart. That's me. Every poem, a new exotic emotion or experience. I give voices to those whose thoughts scream, but voice never makes a sound....I love company. Write me..
Kid of Los Angeles Poems
The Ultimate Betrayal...
He avoids me. He avoids me completely, doesn't look at me. I feel so...blue. An ocean full of emotional tears and wonder.
My Erotic Love....Never Let Go.
Subdue me. Engulf me. Take me to the land where pleausures of the heart roam..
Spiraling in a lapse of judgement, high on false belief. Breathing short rapid breaths, trying to take it all in. Slowly weaning in the dark apocalypse,
My Spiraling Stairway... My Anorexia
Every Day. A Struggle. A struggle not to add to my glutonous outside composition. In the harrowing courtroom: my mirror.
The Inside Of Beauty.
Beauty. A confusing riddle. An obscure portrait with no paintings. A pink elephant used for it's vanity. A vanity mirror used for reflection.
A dilligent spine that once stood so tall, humbled with age and withered to a fall. Lost on the path, a misguided road. Stranded with a compass, but nowhere to go.
...Seduction And The Sinner...
I see it. I see everything. Every muscle in his body Every pulse through his veins. Every breath that he takes.
...The Defective Robot...
The colors flash vibrantly. Once in a while. My rusty arms rotate. Slowly. I constantly need some rust repair to work. I can work.
My Rain Cloud
Rain Rain. Can't go away. My rainy cloud always has to stay. With my drops I can play.
Anything - My Love
Just a word. Just a phrase. Anything. It'll make my day. My week. Dare I say...
School: In The Form Of A Birds Life.
Unhappiness rings like a bird in the distance. Flying steadily under the scorching heat. Constantly under the pressure. Flying endlessly.
The Frightful Visitor.
So unhappy. So lonely. Such a failure. Death is a frequent visitor. Constantly chatting with my thoughts.
Complex System Of Love...
Glass has shattered. Clocks have stopped. Flowers have unbloomed. Life has come to a standstill.
A Butterfly's Loss Of Life.
Why, Why, Why Why doeseth he look the other way? Am I strange, hideous dark? True, True, True.
The Ultimate Betrayal...
He avoids me.
He avoids me completely, doesn't look at me.
I feel so...blue.
An ocean full of emotional tears and wonder.
A cloud floating on nothing.
A black rose.
A deep ocean with a bottomless black floor.
A cloud permanently raining above one's head.
Every day, a pressure.... to LIVE