Biography of Kim McInnis
Hi, I'm Kim McInnis. I live in a small, non-eventful town in southern Ontario. I'm petite, dark-haired, half-Korean, and near-sighted, but mostly a dreamer. I might be invisible, but I have a hard time telling.
I write more as a memoir than for art. I keep journals, but something in metaphor and figurative words is a safe haven to me. Behind a mask of pretty letters, I can be as honest as I want, and that's why I write. As a result, a lot of my poems come out as seemingly meaningless nonsense. I'm not much for rhymes, so I write mostly in free-verse.
Aside from writing, I like to sing, play keyboard and guitar, study Aikido, paint and draw, play Dance Dance Revolution, and direct soap operas starring my collection of Bratz dolls.
I'd appreciate it if you would vote or comment on my poems. Criticism is what keeps me alive, so don't hold back.
<3 and luck to you, and may you find what you're looking for...
Kim McInnis Poems
to be the face you wake up to - to stay up late waiting for you to curl up in your arms - to feel your breath on my cheek
I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to hide my anger - frustration
Silence Peaceful, Tranquil Sleeping, Dreaming, Thinking Night, Dark, Fear, Distress
From A Pond
I’ve been holding your hand for far too long now - your palm is hot as a swamp - your thick fingers turn my knuckles white
the painfilled notes of my song ring out dripping ironically broken in mangled gasps sobbing as the car tears farther and farther away
what isn't to like about the simple things now? what's left of the world
now that the storm is over I can't help but wonder where I should turn I look to my wrist
Once upon a time, I had dreams One upon a time, I had hope Then my stars fell from the sky I saw the moon melt in your eyes
I'm sitting here where we usually are usually smiling
On The First Of Many Anniversaries
a year has passed one year since we chose this path an empty promise to ourselves
Echo Echo Echo Echo
my mind is plagued by the stupid things long ago that used to make me smile
say it one more time. how miserable you are now. how much better things could be. say it one more time.
I am the most useful thing you'd ever want. I remember the way you glowed with excitement as you withdrew me from my florid, papery shell. The way you held me up to the light, which shone in slivers across my creamy exterior. You marvelled at the sleekness of my blades, the speed as which they promised to slice. You could almost hear the satisfying snip of steel sliding through tender, pulpy flesh; the soothing whirr of electricity coursing through my form. You said I was perfect, the only thing you were missing.
There is a tree standing alone on the side of the road outcast of its own nature though it's August
what isn't to like
about the simple things now?
what's left of the world
without pricetags or arms?
tell me what's so wrong
I still believe