i am an octopus.

I an an octopus, a monster of your appetite.
Eating clams and crabs and dead things, that I found on the ocean floor.
I'll swallow whole, your first born child.
Your litter creates the walls of my home.

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Well,
today I got called into work 3 hours early. So that sucked, as well as it was deader than dead. I then wrote a very small poem called I am an octopus. It has no meaning. But it sounds pretty sweet I thought.

I'm pretty sick of working all the time, and I have about six months of it to go.

I don't have much to say today.

set me free; i want to love, i want to dance.

Ah, the beginning of a fresh new blog. A new chapter, a new page, something new to screw up.

I haven't entirely decided what the use of my having this thing is yet, but as for right now.. everything. I was reading through my book of writing today, and realized that some of the things I have written down I would like to share with people.

I guess I should introduce myself.

My name is Kelsey.

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Now for a small taste of what is to come;

My Matchbook

And I was sinking; slowly sinking,
until your hands, found me.
Lying in the grass,
under the sun and moonlight.

You put this smile,
across my face;
I sold myself short,
to this bitter unhappiness.

You were here,
and I watched it fade.

Light is not an option,
that I can turn on and off.
My matchbook,
has run dry.