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KZ Sep 2014
Eh.
That's what he always felt.
Huh.
That's what he would question.
Ugh.
Showed his frustration.
Whilst he sits here with me trying to make a conversation.
Hey,
Not my best.
Sorry ~Khizara
KZ Sep 2014
In darkness.
He was my light.
I was never enough because I was less,
To him I was never right.
But the worst was at night.

I would cry myself to sleep,
As he never cared about me.
Every tear matched the rhythm of my terrible weep.
You see,

Its called love,
Well at first that's what I felt,
At first its was just a shove,
But then he took out his belt.

Then it was a blur.
I don't remember anymore.
All I can smell is liqueur,
Whilst I lay here,
Sick to my core.
Hi.
New poem.
Hope you like **
Thank you for trending another poem of mine.
Much love,
~Khizara
Please give feedback!
KZ Sep 2014
We are fooled youths,
Living in a corrupted society.
Where the boys try to play it smooth,
Leaving every girl with the dreaded anxiety.
Because we are fools,
In todays time.
Where the girls are now bunking from their schools,
And the boys start paying for their crime.
Hoping to change for the better.
When really all they need is a letter,
With their bad grades,
They turn to the trusted friend...
the blades.
Because they were too much of a fool,
To abide by one simple rule.
I don't really know.
I'm 14 and obviously I haven't experienced life...yet! But its hard.
But I'm turning 15 in a few days.
Very happy

Miss my childhood though
Please like comment or share!
~Khizara
KZ Sep 2014
When I dream,
It's your hands around my neck,
Your fist at my throat.
As you leave a tiny peck,
I let out a silenced note.
KZ Sep 2014
A roar,
That's what it was.
A cry,
That's what it was.
It was these times
Where the demons redeemed their dimes.
Oh.
Those innocent dimes.
Each unique in their own way.
But it was their life that was taken away.
**To pay.
A price,
They never needed to pay.
I can go on forever at how it was unfair. But I'm not going to.
My heart remains for those grieving .
To everyone.
~
Be thankful for the life you are given.
Because within a minute.
Second.
Hour it can go.
~Khizara
KZ Sep 2014
Every faded memory,
Every little worry,
Was no present in ***** of fury.
Every imperfection,
Every temptation,
Made her feel different.
Too different.
All she wanted was to fit in.
But that wasn't her,
She was unique on the outside,
And within.
Hello...my last poem was trending!jeez thank you guys.
Sorry I haven't been uploading. Here's another!
Enjoy **
~Khizara
KZ Sep 2014
Man.
Imagination is too much.
Fantasies are to unreal.
People become too stereotypical.
Society is just a depressing matter.
Our generation is corrupt.
Our bodies still abled.
With every breathe we take,
We are labelled.
We are humanity.
We are People.
We should love who we are.
We should love how we feel
Because maybe all the ******* that happens nowadays is to:
**make us stronger,
a fighter.
as a whole,
tighter.
Thanks for reading...again thanks for liking I hope to become good some day!
-Khizara
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