Kristen Balyeat

Joined January 2023

175 stories

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Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.

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Societal Gauge
We’re instructed to fight the hands of time- Wrinkles and silver are societal crimes... Don’t you dare look your age, Look to us for the gauge-
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Worked to the Bone
If you want to thrive on this spinning rock, You best be working 'round the clock. Inflation rates are off the charts- Can't scrape by working in the arts...
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
What Dreams are Made of
I’m a successful artist with an endless money stream. I own a beautiful beach house and I'm on the sailing team. I fly a private jet.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Dryer Socks
My socks were skittish going into the dryer- That sketchy bastard always conspires To covertly devour one of the pair Leaving the solemate in despair…
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Sleep Irony
As a small child, I always fought sleep. Never going to bed without making a peep. I was the opposite of quiet- I started bedtime riots.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Laundry Catastrophe
I just completed all the laundry but there’s more here in the bin! How the heck do these people do it- wearing clothes should be a sin.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Dr. Harold B. Frog, Psychiatrist: Therapy is in Session
Harold is a stickler for routine and begins every day the exact same way; sunrise toad-chi in the park followed by an intense game of leap with his personal trainer. After a hot shower, he reads the Amphibian Times at his kitchen table over a swamp latte and bowl of Locusts & Oats. Then he dresses in his crisp, freshly ironed collared shirt, neatly tucked under his favorite sweater vest, and walks down his circular staircase through the french doors to his home office. Sitting at his desk, he checks his schedule for the day.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
Macrocosm Memoir
Interpreting the cosmos, finding meaning in the stars. Is Mercury in retrograde- where the heck is Mars? Do the mysteries of the universe affect the way we feel?
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Social Feed
Hearts and comments- our daily bread… Endorphins rushing to our head. Refresh until our fingers bleed. Affirmations please, we plead.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
A Writer's Woes
A beautiful poem was alive in my head- Pillaged by a new thought, all the poetry fled. What were the words? I cant remember!
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Ran in for One Thing
I ran in the store to purchase one thing- I wanted a tiny, shining gold ring. Walking the aisles I saw this and that, I filled up my cart till it was bulging and fat.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Daylight Savings
They keep changing the clocks, what a shame. Why can't they just keep time the same? Kids wake at sunrise I can't open my eyes
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets