Performing her poetry at open mics at this young age, Kiki rebuked the admonition that she was “too young to have written it.” Her poetry comes in waves and phases; different times of life and different periods of inspiration inform her process. Lyrically gifted and verbose, Kiki’s poetry moves the heart and informs the spirit.
The music plays soft
thunder in my heart
a longing for sweetness
a look in his eyes
I move
I twist
I turn
I bend & fold
collapse
spring back
the pulse builds
the beat yearns for touch
movement fills my tissues
a line, an arc
grace and then
rest.
White-hot magic
turns to orange, then red
The cooling off process
thoughts of me in your head
You rustle and stir as I
slip into bed
Now I just wonder
and hope our passion’s
not dead…
The world in motion
We time her pace
This human world
with its ugly face
To feel too real
you must be small
and still afraid
they’ll take it all
Quickly, quickly the race is on
and hurry now they’re all gone
The fires took and
melted their faces
Empty now,
these human places.
My heart bleeds wine
You are divine
You were hers
Now you are mine
Funny how these worlds collide
Why I can’t understand the signs
All I know
I love you so
Self-deception and
pride in tow
The river breaks
The mountains boil
My heart aches
In the midnight darkness
I toil.
It’s the picture of a young girl
brimming with pride and beauty
her glory and vanity standing tall
joyful irony pushed inside
where it clutches and chills
her warm, throbbing heart
A martyr in her mind,
She burns at the stake of her own
Making
not a tear of rain in the dark sky
to quench her yearning
Craving the power to suggest
filled with a need to be understood
without disdain, she
suddenly is empty.
Do you think you know me?
Do you feel that I know you?
As complete as we are together
and as badly as I want you
I don’t think you understand the
fear I hold inside. It’s that
of a little girl who sees into her
future and can smell the pain
gathered there. Or that of
a small bird who knows of the
approaching winter, but has no place
to go for shelter.
The nostalgia grasp from my
bowels draws me inside out
And there I am, skinless
in the winter frost.
I’m worth it!
Taking control!
19 Dresses?
that show who’s boss.
The art of seduction
The ultimate date dress
The most decadent chocolates
The world’s sexiest bachelor
AND
A divorcee’s fantasy affair
New mind and body
fitness workout
PLUS
One woman’s inspiring
journey… to political
freedom
Oh… and don’t forget the
hot silver pants on the back.
Never before have I felt
so sane
Reasonable
Logical
Patient, even.
All the cogs working together
in unison
All the pieces of my life
falling into place.
Never before have I been
so crazy
Manic
Stressed
Emotionally volatile
Even when it’s falling
into place, the falling sensation
can really freak a girl out.
I’m a narrator in my own movie
and I’m watching myself.
I watch myself freak out and then
I watch myself center and calm down.
It’s like I’m two different people and
Then remember, I’m also the narrator
So, really I’m three people and
What does that do for my reality?
I may spontaneously combust
Explode like a cracker jack
Tense, so tense
I’ll implode into myself
until I’m dense, black
light sucking material
and I’ll feel that way, too
When really I’m just as brilliant
as the next star (girl)
Sanity must be an illusion!
With fire and air
Steam building
Pounds through the
kettle whistle, a siren
calling me to tea
Water
With air and fire
except for very little earth
practically none at all
the conundrum lives
in finding stability
in the flow of boiling
water – don’t get tossed about…
A ball of electric shock
fills my solar plexus
anxiety knocks out my breath
my diaphragm crinkles
under the pressure
Nervous energy –
tap tap tap
Excitement tickles my belly
Shiny object
Shiny person
Shiny moment
Catch those fucking butterflies
in a net – take them to Mexico
where they can lie on the white-hot
sand under the white
hot sun and calm down a bit
Take the finger out of the levee.
Dig a series of canals.
Allow the power a place to go.
Root down into yourself and
expand from there – undulating
like the ocean where those
butterflies might still
be chillin’.
