kaileeek123 - Hello Poetry

Freedom is like a rainbow, full of life The sound of many bells in the distance; ringing the announcement of liberty! Sweet like ice cream on a hot summer day The spice of baked yams with butter and sugar The flowing flag in the wind Comfort surrounding like a blanket.

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Apr 12, 2019

Apr 12, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC

kaileeek123

Senses of Life

Freedom is like a rainbow, full of life The sound of many bells in the distance; ringing the announcement of liberty! Sweet like ice cream on a hot summer day The spice of baked yams with butter and sugar The flowing flag in the wind Comfort surrounding like a blanket.

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curiosity is like the color of the sun, mysterious whispers between children. the flavor of a beanboozle jelly bean, the scent of foreign food wafting through the air. walking through the thick, unknown fog, excitement running through the mind.

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC

kaileeek123

incomprehensible

curiosity is like the color of the sun, mysterious whispers between children. the flavor of a beanboozle jelly bean, the scent of foreign food wafting through the air. walking through the thick, unknown fog, excitement running through the mind.

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anger is raging inside of me, yet all I can do is cry. cry like I've never cried before. I gave you my heart and you promised not to break it. I used to feel everything, now I'm heartless. detached from everything. you broke me, but I forgive you. I hate you because you left me damaged, but I still love you.

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Nov 28, 2017

Nov 28, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC

kaileeek123

damaged

anger is raging inside of me, yet all I can do is cry. cry like I've never cried before. I gave you my heart and you promised not to break it. I used to feel everything, now I'm heartless. detached from everything. you broke me, but I forgive you. I hate you because you left me damaged, but I still love you.

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The stairs haven’t always been perfect for me, son. The floors were cracked, windows broken, nails bent, completely trashed - Empty. But I keep on going, groping in the dark, grasping for the broken ledge, trying to reach a place where the light shines. Don’t go back, my son. Don’t stop going, don’t lose hope just because the path is messy. Keep climbing, my love, don’t give up, for I’m still going; going to the place where the light shines bright. Because for me, son, the stairs haven’t always been perfect.

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC

kaileeek123

Imperfection

The stairs haven’t always been perfect for me, son. The floors were cracked, windows broken, nails bent, completely trashed - Empty. But I keep on going, groping in the dark, grasping for the broken ledge, trying to reach a place where the light shines. Don’t go back, my son. Don’t stop going, don’t lose hope just because the path is messy. Keep climbing, my love, don’t give up, for I’m still going; going to the place where the light shines bright. Because for me, son, the stairs haven’t always been perfect.

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Life. Interactions with the world My thoughts flowing freely out into my environment, birds’ songs fill my ears as time begins to cease. The colors of the sunset mix with my thoughts, my possessions fill the air— Darkness. Cold as the pavement I landed on Shades of black and grey on the backs of my eyelids My body mechanically rising and falling The constant rhythm of my pulse, like the ticking of a clock, my ears pound with this paralyzing sound. They speak to me telling me that it’s okay But I can only think As I sink into the depths of myself Into the dark and accepting waters of my subconscious— Drowning.

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC

kaileeek123

Drowning

Life. Interactions with the world My thoughts flowing freely out into my environment, birds’ songs fill my ears as time begins to cease. The colors of the sunset mix with my thoughts, my possessions fill the air— Darkness. Cold as the pavement I landed on Shades of black and grey on the backs of my eyelids My body mechanically rising and falling The constant rhythm of my pulse, like the ticking of a clock, my ears pound with this paralyzing sound. They speak to me telling me that it’s okay But I can only think As I sink into the depths of myself Into the dark and accepting waters of my subconscious— Drowning.

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