Kelly Shade

May… with a smirk May shows up like a wink and a dare, half spring, half “I don’t really care.” It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t wait. It leans on the doorframe, runs a little late. Patience loosens. Pride unties. Skin remembers what the fabric hides. Even “maybe” changes tone, Turns into yes on its own. Windows stay open longer than planned. So do conversations. So do glances that start as an accident and end up being "I don't mind". This is the month that smiles back when you t

I don’t chase disasters, I chase ideas that sprint, I believe in plans that ignore common sense, Big dreams, bad timing, Sometimes both, but if it's in my head...it deserves a shot. I say “watch this” with unearned conviction, Explaining outcomes like a fact, not predictions. I see the ending and skip to the scene, Assume the messy middle will edit itself clean. I mistake momentum for destiny’s nod, If it feels impossible, It already has my vote. If believing too hard is a pe

I’m fine. No need to applaud. This isn’t a breakthrough, It’s just... true. Nothing special happened today. I just stopped caring in a very organized way. I didn’t rise above it, I didn’t fall apart, I adjusted expectations and carried on smart. I say “I’m fine” like a completed task, Not a lie per se, just a box I check and pass. You’re hoping for growth, for a lesson, a change, I aim for a coffee and something less strange. No standing ovation, no tearful release, I’m not b

Sorry I’m late, I saw consequences ahead, so I took a side step and let fate catch its breath. ....

They want trauma summarized, sanitized, inspirational. I give them facts. No narration. They ask about childhood, I ask what version, The one where love was conditional or the one where it worsened? I learned to read silence before language had formed, When chaos repeats, you prepare for the storm. Trust issues? No, that’s pattern recognition, When storms repeat, you predict the conditions. Help never came, so dependence expired, Built self-reliance under pressure and fire. D

Unluckily Lucky What do you call luck? For me, it’s a bit of a mindfuck. Born in the wrong place, From a fleeting embrace, Came into this world unseen By luck, I wasn’t wiped clean. Was it luck to be abandoned, Or just fate in disguise? Left behind, passed along, One couldn’t, the next went wrong. Better than the system, they say, Yet somehow, I still lost my way. Alcohol and violence filled the air, But at least I had my own space there. Books, paper, music... my escape, A p

I waltz with secrets, slow and sweet, A tangled rhythm, sharp deceit. The truth is laughing in the dark, It knows just where to leave its mark. Step left, step right, don’t miss a beat, This game is played with silent feet. Soft words, sharp teeth, A smile wrapped in silk beneath. Your story’s tight, the tale is clean, But I can smell the truth between. Velvet lies, they slip, they shine, They coil round your every line. But darling, when you blink, you’ll see Your perfect li

The Echo in My Veins I hear them whisper in the night, Ghosts of choices, wrong and right. Their echoes rattle through my chest, Footsteps in my ribcage, never rest. Every shadow leaves a clue, Every story tells what’s true. I try to run, I try to hide, But the past walks right beside.

Your name’s a whisper, lost in ink, A puzzle piece, a missing link. Numbers scratched, a coded lie, Burned-up maps and alibis. You think you’re safe, you think you’ve won, But games like these are never done. You left no trace, no path, no guide Except the one inside your mind. Trails

We ran like ghosts, like gods, like fire, Fueled by dreams and wrong desires. We stole the stars, we cursed the moon. We knew the end was coming soon. Wrong to be together wrong to be apart maybe we shouldn't settle but we play with open cards. So take my hand, we’ll chase, we’ll run, We’ll dance until the race is done. No laws, no maps, no wasted breath... Just you and me. And whatever comes next. Chasing the End

They told me he's gone, And I felt nothing. Is something within me wrong, Or was he just not worth it? He brought the darkness, the trauma But I felt nothing... was that karma? Not relief, nor hate, no sadness, no sting, Inside, I was still, calm, not feeling a thing. I wrote this poem, or whatever it’s called, Not because I care, but a thought slowly crawled: Am I bad, or cold, or...wrong Or was it him who never belonged? In my life, in my mind.... he was the worst kind...