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kaila-sullivan
kaila-sullivan
Lost in thought / Just a daydreamer / Never caught
Oh, how tears lovingly stain a page like foreign lipstick on the collar of a shirt The ink swirls, smudges words And soothes heartbreak.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Stained
As the darkness closes in creating goosebumps on my skin Then I start to feel the fear and let drop a single tear I don't know what to think It's a scary feeling and I start to sink Will anyone hear my helpless cries Fearing the worst I begin to close my eyes
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Black Out
Here is my heart Dancing in your palm Hold me like a breath It won't last that long
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
My Heart
I can smell the ocean the saltiness in the air carried by the breeze rushing through my hair. I can see the waves running to meet the land as I start to walk with my toes squishing sand. I can hear the birds and every flying screech as I enjoy my day at the beach.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
My Day at the Beach
Once upon a summer sun A gruesome act has begun A father burdened by the torment of life sharpened the blade of a kitchen knife Stuck between his morality he begins to weep for his growing brutality He led his children straight to bed with evil looming right over his head The little whispers tingle in his ear The growing dread erupts into full blown fear Fear for his children and their small life The whispers rising along with the knife His heart stained By his destructive mind His morals caught in a thick bind Not remembering the right from the wrong Looking from room to room as he soundlessly moves along His dark shadow hovers overhead right above his children's bed A shift in his mind brings the knife down The children now quiet Their frozen faces Lying on the ground Wiping the dripping knife Relieved for his children's life And once he saw what he had done He buried them under the summer sun
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
Summer Sun
She clasped death tightly between her fingers with soot in her lungs and regret in her eyes
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
Old Flames
I seek revenge of the deepest kind It is the only thing that consumes my mind A wild feeling overcomes all thought Pouring out of the cracks for the thing I sought With a tight grip losing control drinking up revenge sip after sip the battle to fight is taking its toll Fury over mind no time to make amends I seek the deepest kind of my Revenge.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
The Revenge
Swirling around in your head coating your eyes from seeing and saying what needs to be said It covers your face with a thin shield blocking your ears from hearing and using the words you wield Sealing your faith Locked up tight without feeling to list no words in sight and nothing to be said It's just the mist swirling in your head
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Mist
A crack of bright light led the way for the storm The smack of a drum signals the warning Seconds pass and the world makes room for nature's destruction The quick, loud thump of the raindrops falling and splat The natural forces running into each other They collide The Earth ripped and torn as it makes way for the storm
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
Make Way
Words work their way into my soul Filling the gaps that hardness stole A beautiful form of art The speaks love, sadness, and other emotions to my heart Beating in time Many mountains they climb and people they teach Spoken in different tongues In my head Words are flung Different meanings Still, Many lives words should fill
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
A Form of Art