poem
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I am an instruction kind of person, I obsessively read each step by step. And I do find this illness to worsen, After each error and unwanted misstep. Now you see, it all has to be controlled. Yet there are not enough people who care! Men and women ranging from young to old, Flail through
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I see me, I see me. I can not see through me. Dark hair and those dark eyes that Fail to comprehend meanings they witness. An obstacle within myself – the Byronic hero. A reflection that surely must know. How is it my perception became so blurred? Not understanding my own mind is assured! I
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Why do we always have to find a love, Always out to search, always on the prowl. Being alone with nothing else to think of, Hunting throughout the night like a starved owl. The selfish hunt that consumes our one life, Meant to end in fulfillment – but instead, Eats our time to find a
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I sit, watching myself. I am starting to gray. Across the kitchen, I yell at my brothers to stop arguing. I kiss my Father good-bye as I hand him his lunch. I flip the pancake and let it sit – something I won’t be able to do until everyone is gone. I try to watch
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Is it wrong that I like to watch them die? They limp from dehydration, unable to stand up straight. They are entirely dependent on me. Once I quench their thirst, I know they will spring back, burst into life, and spread their arms out in love and devotion. I am in complete control, until I’m
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He walks into the room and I am surrounded by stars and butterflies. His air, his smell, his appearance is even greater than the loveliest of nights. He shines brighter than the moon and his confidence sparkles with the stars. I am his forever if he will shine his light towards me. He is almost
Simply Kayla 