. he speaks daisies .

"You, in the gentlest of waves, destroyed me. *** Writer extraordinaire, and yet not really.

[these-chains-are-daisies]

Account change! Instagram: kiostheory

Hello dear friends!

Its been a long time since I posted on this account and mostly that is because of the changes that Tumblr has recently made. A huge piece of why I am not as active as I once was, is due to the fact that Tumblr is no longer as creator friendly as it once was. The users have gone down, the ability to promote content has gone down, and the censorship of content all means that there is less that can be done for creators.

I now post most of my work, and will be posting old as well as new pieces, on a newly started Instagram. You can find me at: kiostheory and can support me there! Thank you for all the kindness that you’ve given me over the years!!!

~ the writer

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Account change! Instagram: kiostheory

Hello dear friends!

Its been a long time since I posted on this account and mostly that is because of the changes that Tumblr has recently made. A huge piece of why I am not as active as I once was, is due to the fact that Tumblr is no longer as creator friendly as it once was. The users have gone down, the ability to promote content has gone down, and the censorship of content all means that there is less that can be done for creators.

I now post most of my work, and will be posting old as well as new pieces, on a newly started Instagram. You can find me at: kiostheory and can support me there! Thank you for all the kindness that you’ve given me over the years!!!

~ the writer

[these-chains-are-daisies]

sour taste in my mouth, bit my lips until they bleed and stain teeth so it looks like I am capable of something the night is dark and full of tremors; I am trying. but do not worry about me I play myself onto the ground like a tree - firm and unyeilding and hope that it's enough to weigh me down. god, I'm just tired of existing with such difficulty.

I appear missing. K. Kazik.

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Age turns us into branches, stretching and reaching for the time we do not have.

in the end we all splinter. K. Kazik.

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“You’ve never stayed friends with someone who hurt you?” No because you cling to them with claws and fear, while I am the thing that is feared and so, in the end, let go.

all these things I have done. K. Kazik

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While putting away dishes, I discover the mug with stars on it that they gave you so many years ago. Never opened, dust settling in the fine corners of the cardboard. No fingerprints rest on its surface; forgotten and left behind but still there. There is a part of me that thinks you keep this as a reminder to never make the same mistakes you did in the past. And another part of me realizes that you grasp to them with frightened fingers, shaking and hoping that the trauma goes away. So as I scream into the darkness of our relationship, about how their name stings the tip of my tongue, you give no second look. You press your hands over your ears and ask, "did you hear that?"

time wounds all the heals. K. Kazik.

[these-chains-are-daisies]

Loving you is like the blood that dries under finger nails; as in, we scratch at each other's itches until we bleed

hasn’t been all good. K. Kazik

[wolkking]

PSA *important*

As July winds down, I ask that you’re patient with me. In a week will be the 4th anniversary of my brother’s passing, and it hurts as if he passed away yesterday. I get caught thinking about him, and how he won’t be here to see me graduate. It’s a heavy thing, to lose a sibling. I felt like a part of me has been stolen and there’s always going to be a wound, gaping and raw. I’ve healed a lot over the years, but there are still moments where I get caught off guard at the reality of it all. The fact that this is the life I am living, that this happened to me, that I’m never going to see him again.

I just ask that you be gentle with me, friends. My heart becomes weak and fragile.

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In my dream she is telling me that perhaps she's had bad luck since we broke apart but the bad blood between use was  supposed to filter out long ago. I guess they still linger. Leaning his head against mine, forehead pressed to forehead and I press further hoping that in some way I can crawl inside him and die happily. I run fingers along the contours of a black Mustang, it's chrome gleams out hopeful and I am left with the savage intensity to kick. To mar what once was pristine. Wars wage on battlefields, those excused with post-traumatic disorder, given leaves of pardon I'm wondering if the war that runs itself ragged inside my own brain, is enough to leave this place. At the expense of my sanity, I fix people who then decide that they can take the crutches out from under me. Broken individuals who take and take until long last, I have nothing left to give.

50 pound stitches. K. Kazik.

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All my life I loved poetry, and then you came along and I loved you and then I realized you are one and the same.

my heart, my heart, my love. K.Kazik.

[these-chains-are-daisies]

You know, the pieces we give people, we never truly get back. Sure we learn to stitch up those wounds but there are still scars. There are still spots where we ask, "why?"

ask and you shall receive confusion. K.Kazik.

[these-chains-are-daisies]

“have no use for their frightful conventions plastic cliches and abstract acceptances whatever makes a person brilliant is not what they wear on their bodies so say good bye to false niceties and imaginary concepts of bone structure and genetic makeup whatever aches inside your soul creates a being for a person’s anatomy is but a vessel instead you must fuel your desire and creativity make up your happiness and prosperity learn to love and love to learn let the moon be carved into your cheeks and the sun into your smile let the structure of your spirit be made out of beauty and strength let it keep you up higher and higher and higher for there are stars that dwell inside you”

— matter makes the cosmos, matter makes you . Krys Kazik.

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5400 followers!!!

I would like to say thank you for granting me the honour to reach 5400 of you! It’s been a long journey to get this far and I hope that you continue to enjoy my work and support me in what I do. Your love has been priceless to me, thank you!

~ the writer.

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perhaps in another life I had loved you with the ferocity of the stars. perhaps in another life,  you hadn't even cared for the night.

forms of unrequited adoration. K. Kazik.

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my problem has never been that I do not have love to give, rather I give all the warmth in my soul and then wonder why I am cold.

shivers. K. Kazik.

[haleyincarnate]

what a wicked game to play. by K. Kazik (@these-chains-are-daisies)

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I wonder if a broken heart stays silent or you hear the pieces rattle around every time you take a step.

enough. Krys Kazik. (via these-chains-are-daisies)