What if I told you, that summer day on the road when I fell apart, and the panic took over I was more afraid of disappointing you, then the monsters pounding on my skull And the safest I felt that whole trip was in the empty parking lot of a Shopko While you hugged me …
Author Archives: kaithubbard
Good for art
They say sadness is good for art This may be true, I write best when my soul aches and dark clouds cover my mind They say sadness is good for art, but someday I’d like my happiness to be visible in every word I write.
Made of words
My heart pumps words instead of blood. They flow through my veins and out my fingertips. keeping me alive with every sentence I write.
Immortality
I have lived many years in fear of death Afraid I won’t accomplish all my dreams But maybe if I write enough, then I will never die
My Savior
One day my brain broke And I didn’t know how to fix it So I suffered in silence Waiting for someone to save me But nobody came So I had to learn how to save myself
Star-crossed
We run in circles too afraid to say what we feel, orbiting around each other in the solar system of life, when all we really want to do is to collide and set the world on fire.
Why We Write
We write our way through life because it’s the only way to make sense of the world around us. We write to show our feelings We write to say things we can’t possibly say aloud We write to find ourselves We write to find our people, the ones who can’t contain all the words that …
Perfection
I like to say that perfection doesn’t exist. Why then have I spent my whole life trying to achieve it.
Words are my oxygen
I put pieces of my soul on paper as though the act of writing is the same as breathing.
Peace
Peace is the moment when music and words converge and the quiet is no longer too loud.
