Kayla_jolene73 - Hello Poetry

I’m building towers of letters Walls of words, and Mountains of books. I have fallen in love with The way that some words Cling together like soulmates. The way that some sentences Thread together Like interlaced fingers; Itching for more. Hoping for more. I hope that someday, My walls will be high enough To block out humanity Protect my sanity And create a Masterpiece.

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Sep 4, 2019

Sep 4, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Architect 2

I’m building towers of letters Walls of words, and Mountains of books. I have fallen in love with The way that some words Cling together like soulmates. The way that some sentences Thread together Like interlaced fingers; Itching for more. Hoping for more. I hope that someday, My walls will be high enough To block out humanity Protect my sanity And create a Masterpiece.

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Wait! Stop! Just.. wait a second Please stay with me I quickly beckon, Though you aren’t keen, Just hide your weapon Don’t make a scene, Please don’t stray, Too far away, From my heaven.

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Aug 6, 2019

Aug 6, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Time

Wait! Stop! Just.. wait a second Please stay with me I quickly beckon, Though you aren’t keen, Just hide your weapon Don’t make a scene, Please don’t stray, Too far away, From my heaven.

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There’s something beautifully tragic About watching someone hit rock bottom. There’s something lovely and dramatic About watching you solve every problem, Picking up every individual nomadic Piece of yourself in the solemn Face of adept compliance With absolutely zero defiance.

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Jul 31, 2019

Jul 31, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Puzzle pieces

There’s something beautifully tragic About watching someone hit rock bottom. There’s something lovely and dramatic About watching you solve every problem, Picking up every individual nomadic Piece of yourself in the solemn Face of adept compliance With absolutely zero defiance.

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There’s a little place In the back of my head It’s what I tend to embrace When I’m lying in bed I pretend I’m not lonely I pretend I’m not scared It’s where my testimony Is one that I could share. But in the morning when The light shines through It strips me, reveals my sin Showing me the truth.

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Corrupted

There’s a little place In the back of my head It’s what I tend to embrace When I’m lying in bed I pretend I’m not lonely I pretend I’m not scared It’s where my testimony Is one that I could share. But in the morning when The light shines through It strips me, reveals my sin Showing me the truth.

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I am the master of illusions. You see me— but you don’t. You think you know me— But if I don’t, —You don’t. I trick myself— It’s funny you see— This is the path—what I was lead to be, I don’t want to BE anymore. I just want to be free.

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Jul 21, 2019

Jul 21, 2019 at 4:28 AM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Tricks

I am the master of illusions. You see me— but you don’t. You think you know me— But if I don’t, —You don’t. I trick myself— It’s funny you see— This is the path—what I was lead to be, I don’t want to BE anymore. I just want to be free.

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I wish my words would caress your soul I want my heart to speak your language I wish I could paint your mind sinful I want to put your brain onto a stage. I try to yell mountains but you hear a hill I try to paint waterfalls but you see streams I yearn to dance the breeze yet you hear nill I aim to preach worlds but its a distant dream.

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Jul 20, 2019

Jul 20, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Minimalist

I wish my words would caress your soul I want my heart to speak your language I wish I could paint your mind sinful I want to put your brain onto a stage. I try to yell mountains but you hear a hill I try to paint waterfalls but you see streams I yearn to dance the breeze yet you hear nill I aim to preach worlds but its a distant dream.

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I am picking up letters. I’m grabbing words, I’m threading sentences, Stacking books up high, Building walls of worlds, Building mountains, To protect my sanity.

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Jul 9, 2019

Jul 9, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Architect

I am picking up letters. I’m grabbing words, I’m threading sentences, Stacking books up high, Building walls of worlds, Building mountains, To protect my sanity.

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I like to think of it as The eye of the tornado. I see joyous interactions, Movement and panic All around me but, Me? I’m calm. I feel Alone. I feel empty As the people around Me are full. They all Are so happy but I Feel isolated. As if They stole all of my Emotions to support Their own well being. How can I feel so alone When I’m surrounded By opportunities?

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Jul 3, 2019

Jul 3, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC

Kayla_jolene73

Empty

I like to think of it as The eye of the tornado. I see joyous interactions, Movement and panic All around me but, Me? I’m calm. I feel Alone. I feel empty As the people around Me are full. They all Are so happy but I Feel isolated. As if They stole all of my Emotions to support Their own well being. How can I feel so alone When I’m surrounded By opportunities?

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