All posts by Kelsie Stone

About Kelsie Stone

I am a young female writer. Poetry is my predominant expression. I have self-published a book of poetry and my new novel, GLASS DUST, available on Amazon. My words are a gift from God and his Holy Spirit, who I love dearly. Jesus changed my life. The story is rather incredible if you'd ever care to hear.

Hospital

There is something in me that wants to return 
To the bleached white walls and the chemical-room
To the soft silent plain of the starched stiff sheets
And the endless night where I wake and sleep.

The waiting breeds new agony
But the sleeping-room brings me release
I warmly breathe in the numbed-up night
Where the painless hours finally find

Me. 

Doll

Each night my silk-skin shudders
And my yarn-hair starts to fall
The black matte buttons that give me sight
Grow dim and lose their light.

The nightmares climb up bookcases and
Nest in the dust on my grin
They stretch their claws in my overalls
And kiss the freckles on my chin. 

I cannot fight the shadows, so my weaknesses grow strong
Each night the dimness fills my limbs
And seeps into my soles. 

I try to whisper, “help me, please”,
But the child-folk cannot hear. 
So tears of dust fall from my eyes
And I let the shadows near. 

With dawn my shivers grow warmer
And the sun brings back my gleam
I smile painted lips at children
Who see only what they want to see. 

Certain

I know there is a God. 

Because I feel him 
When I breathe in sunlight
When a simple dog saves human life
When someone cries out, Justice! and the world 
Hears and delivers

When people die for strangers

I feel him
In the trees and sun
I see him in the lake at night when every star alights upon the water, 
next to my glowing eyes
I hear him as the breeze screams past, the force of endless power… laughs

Each petal with its velvet skin that sinks in ponds of liquid wind

I touch the soul of God each time
A child laughs, or sings, or dies
My God, he lives
And cries
Through time. 

Building!

How long have now I slept 

While worry-heart within me wept
And rattled the bars of its room
And clashed like a cymbal entombed

What bitter potion silvered my eyes
To such cataracts and cobwebs
They sugar-coated the ledge, they bled into my pupils and 

I

Saw

Red

My vision now strikes back, 
each poem written reacts
With the phrases dilating my gaze. 
My worries will all keep away.