Kimber Acrylic’s poetry is marked by surreal intensity and confessional depth. Beginning her journey at just 15, she has published four lyrical volumes and an anthology, The Myth Behind All Truth. Her e-chapbook My Pink Skull explores themes of love, death, illness, and sensuality through abstract, painterly metaphors. Reviewers note her style as raw yet dream-like, blending vulnerability with strikingly surreal imagery. Lines such as “My snow flavored scars read like braille” highlight her ability to merge the tactile and the emotional. Across her work, Acrylic creates a poetic voice that is both hauntingly intimate and artistically otherworldly.Today we will read her three poems.
“Umbra
Blistered from your rejection, I bury myself in the shadows like a silhouette.
Lonely shadow puppets soon become my late-night companions—we embrace.
You swear upon my heart no one will find me here, in the umbra of my new body.
Hollow walls whisper to me the past, present, and future of my fate.
Glistening memories lie to me the way ex-lovers caught me in their webs.
The vast skies are unseen; the impending darkness is unmatched.
Down here, everyone and no one belongs; any and everyone decays.
I write suicide notes in Morse code, in cigarette burns on my limbs.
I burn the flesh of the woman we all once were, lulling us to sleep.
“ Storybook Lies”
The melodramatic curtains of grief hang over your eyes, your voice afraid and far away.
I watch as you burn, rust, fall.
You sleep in an insignificant Christ pose, your arms soft and spread like wings.
I soar as you weep, fade, sink.
Your dreams are in syndication, repeating like a motion picture nightmare.
I laugh as you rage, shudder, destruct.
Your derivative farewells only speak as loud as your secrets confess.
I recoil as you tease, seize, please.
Your lies are tales from a cozy storybook, the pages fraying at the seams.
I sleep as you moan, stutter, die.
“Cut And Paste Wings”
Uncanny demons partake in heavenly love affairs.
Couples dance in the heat it provokes.
Alienated children are silenced in the era of adolescence.
Martians freeze in our man-made time.
Honeysuckle seasons the mouths that speak on my behalf-
frantically, like pools of kicked-up dust.
Genres of misunderstood generations, the first to invent sex,
throw resentment to the derivatives.
Broken butterfly wings change moments of uncertain times.
Moths rejoice with their cut-and-paste flutters.
Skeletal ideas create compound fractures on behalf of the artist;
they crumble in a puddle of abstract aliens.
Kim Acrylic is a Seattle-based beat poet and painter, serving as the Beat Poet Laureate of 2025–2027. A Pushcart Prize nominee, she has been writing for over thirty years, weaving raw honesty with rhythmic lyricism that honors the legacy of the Beat movement while carving her own bold,absurd style. Beyond poetry, Kim is a painter whose work carries the same vibrant intensity as her words. She has collaborated with artists across the globe, creating cross-disciplinary projects that blur the lines between poetry, music, and surreal visual art.
