kayls - Hello Poetry

Burning matches just for the smell and crying into the wind These abandoned buildings can only house so many abandoned children How could I ever be lonely when I’m under the freezing moon All of us staring Into its blue. life is drifting by like fog a constant haze over the fields that surround this paper town Im scared I’ll grow out of this place So I’ll seek asylum in melancholic feelings. Dying to stay here, Living to leave.

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Nov 2, 2022

Nov 2, 2022 at 8:23 PM UTC

Will we get out of here?

Burning matches just for the smell and crying into the wind These abandoned buildings can only house so many abandoned children How could I ever be lonely when I’m under the freezing moon All of us staring Into its blue. life is drifting by like fog a constant haze over the fields that surround this paper town Im scared I’ll grow out of this place So I’ll seek asylum in melancholic feelings. Dying to stay here, Living to leave.

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Manifest through waves, Whisper secrets in cats ears, Confide wishes into seashells and water plants with your tears - Let your worries blow out candles, Pray for the wind, the rain and stars - Become companions with the moon, Hope that nature knows who we are.

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Oct 24, 2022

Oct 24, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC

Hope

Manifest through waves, Whisper secrets in cats ears, Confide wishes into seashells and water plants with your tears - Let your worries blow out candles, Pray for the wind, the rain and stars - Become companions with the moon, Hope that nature knows who we are.

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Sometimes If I focus on the rain, I can hear it whisper. I can’t make out what it’s trying to tell me, Or if it’s for me to hear at all. I don’t want to be rude and interrupt, So I’ll sit at the sill and admire at a distance, and as the aftermath of the storm leaks from the gutters, a million secrets trickle down my window pane, Condensate, Then disappear.

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Oct 21, 2022

Oct 21, 2022 at 1:23 PM UTC

The rain

Sometimes If I focus on the rain, I can hear it whisper. I can’t make out what it’s trying to tell me, Or if it’s for me to hear at all. I don’t want to be rude and interrupt, So I’ll sit at the sill and admire at a distance, and as the aftermath of the storm leaks from the gutters, a million secrets trickle down my window pane, Condensate, Then disappear.

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I won’t Forget about my lover floating down the river Drowned in the forest Buried in its leaves shaking and twitching And soaked to the bone. I’ll see your reflection in Muddy waters, In Swamps and withering trees - And the rays of sunshine Escaping past branches Over the water and under the bridge. Lay Still perfectly preserved in an icy reverie still as Hauntingly beautiful As the first time I drowned in your autumnal eyes.

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Oct 21, 2022

Oct 21, 2022 at 1:14 PM UTC

Dead body in the river eyes

I won’t Forget about my lover floating down the river Drowned in the forest Buried in its leaves shaking and twitching And soaked to the bone. I’ll see your reflection in Muddy waters, In Swamps and withering trees - And the rays of sunshine Escaping past branches Over the water and under the bridge. Lay Still perfectly preserved in an icy reverie still as Hauntingly beautiful As the first time I drowned in your autumnal eyes.

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When I’m around you I hear my heart beat through my shirt, Begging to get closer to you, Taunting you to rip it out. I’d let you sink your fangs into my skin And tear The vein from my neck Just to feel you breathe, As you bare your teeth.

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Sep 10, 2022

Sep 10, 2022 at 6:43 PM UTC

Bloodlust

When I’m around you I hear my heart beat through my shirt, Begging to get closer to you, Taunting you to rip it out. I’d let you sink your fangs into my skin And tear The vein from my neck Just to feel you breathe, As you bare your teeth.

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She’s finally catching on “What did you have for breakfast?” My dinner sitting in the fridge in cellophane. And the dinner before that. I’ll laugh it off “I forgot” My stomach shrinks at the thought.

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Aug 15, 2022

Aug 15, 2022 at 4:19 PM UTC

And I’ll keep forgetting

She’s finally catching on “What did you have for breakfast?” My dinner sitting in the fridge in cellophane. And the dinner before that. I’ll laugh it off “I forgot” My stomach shrinks at the thought.

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I’ll pass through you in the afterlife, Spirits intertwined, I may never get to meet your body, But I’m accustomed to your mind. Our souls have accompanied eachother a thousand years and a hundred lives, Comfortable with the distance, We are as dead as we are alive. How your time is shortened, How mine has just begun, But waiting on this earth seems pointless when we are not as one. I will meet you in the next life, Or somewhere in between, But right now just be patient, My twin flame across the sea.

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Jul 13, 2022

Jul 13, 2022 at 11:34 PM UTC

Twin flame

I’ll pass through you in the afterlife, Spirits intertwined, I may never get to meet your body, But I’m accustomed to your mind. Our souls have accompanied eachother a thousand years and a hundred lives, Comfortable with the distance, We are as dead as we are alive. How your time is shortened, How mine has just begun, But waiting on this earth seems pointless when we are not as one. I will meet you in the next life, Or somewhere in between, But right now just be patient, My twin flame across the sea.

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I anticipate what happens every year, You come and go, my favourite season. I need the warmth you give me during these winter months, You need the stability of a girl with flaws. I started to miss moments as I was living them, Not savouring them but yearning for them to stay. I’m really going to miss you once you leave again, And as the leaves on the trees wither - He leaves my body cemented to the bed where we lay.

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Oct 3, 2021

Oct 3, 2021 at 6:08 AM UTC

When October’s over

I anticipate what happens every year, You come and go, my favourite season. I need the warmth you give me during these winter months, You need the stability of a girl with flaws. I started to miss moments as I was living them, Not savouring them but yearning for them to stay. I’m really going to miss you once you leave again, And as the leaves on the trees wither - He leaves my body cemented to the bed where we lay.

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I have an overwhelming need to make you feel everything I can’t To make you feel unconditional love for every flaw you think you have I want to let you cry And wipe the salty tears from your face To let you breath and feel safe To Make you want to live again. But giving you my warmth Keeps me cold - Still I will happily freeze. And giving you life Drains me of mine - But dying for you will put me at ease.

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Oct 2, 2021

Oct 2, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC

Your life for mine

I have an overwhelming need to make you feel everything I can’t To make you feel unconditional love for every flaw you think you have I want to let you cry And wipe the salty tears from your face To let you breath and feel safe To Make you want to live again. But giving you my warmth Keeps me cold - Still I will happily freeze. And giving you life Drains me of mine - But dying for you will put me at ease.

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“Meet me by the shore as the world caves in” i could only wish that i could share your last breaths of oxygen as the world caves in. a beach, I sat dead still. The sun rises, causing water to condensate on my cheek and salt to sit on my lips. The pulse of sirens in the distance. In the foreground, soldiers ripple into the tides, with rifles blazing. But without you I could only hear silence. The sounds of bodies sloshing on the sand. someone emerged from among the remains of the crusading foundations. It was the mirror image of you, only the feeling in the deepest pit of my stomach told me you were already dead. You looked more like a succubus, dripping in water, soaked with lust. Were you abandoned? killed by your familiars ? impaled on a spear, used as sacrifice? Did your image become part of the mast that came to bury you?

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Aug 2, 2021

Aug 2, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC

As the world caves in.

“Meet me by the shore as the world caves in” i could only wish that i could share your last breaths of oxygen as the world caves in. a beach, I sat dead still. The sun rises, causing water to condensate on my cheek and salt to sit on my lips. The pulse of sirens in the distance. In the foreground, soldiers ripple into the tides, with rifles blazing. But without you I could only hear silence. The sounds of bodies sloshing on the sand. someone emerged from among the remains of the crusading foundations. It was the mirror image of you, only the feeling in the deepest pit of my stomach told me you were already dead. You looked more like a succubus, dripping in water, soaked with lust. Were you abandoned? killed by your familiars ? impaled on a spear, used as sacrifice? Did your image become part of the mast that came to bury you?

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