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Kelly Jade Oct 2020
I am a Honda Civic, all-wheel drive.
The oldest of our kind.
My successors had long preceded me, their predecessor
          but I'm still young,  still good to go.
Just fill me up with your wondrous ideas.
Mileage worn me, I hate to admit this.
Rust corrode my metal bumper.
And,
         instead of tires
I have bricks on my wheel studs.
Without those tires, I can't move on.
I have no purpose, no goal whatsoever.
Just stuck inside this garage called hope.
Hearing only, no. Feeling too
                        the whispers of the trees outside.
                                                                                   If there is one,
or maybe I'm imagining things.
A period of seventy years have passed - Seventy long, lonely years.
Or at least that's what I  think,
                                    more or less.
My owner decided to dump me on a junkshop,
                     his wife believes that I just waste space in their home.
So there I was, brought by my owner
                                        into this place.
Morgue for machines like us.
I kind of miss my tires,
                                  although I do not know where they are.
But I was glad for being brought here,
                            you see on my way here
                      I rode on the back of a tow truck. How lucky am I.
For in my last moments, I felt that motion again.
And for that, it was like I was with my tires again.
Like my owner was driving,
                                        to a destination.
I could almost cry, I can't though.
                                I am just a machine after all.
There I was, in front of the crusher.
In my last moments,
                            I was happy.
Even if I wasn't able to be with my wheels.
At last, I was not depress.
I died happily.
Those years of pain and suffering was almost worth it.
                                                 But all of it means nothing when you're in front of the crusher.
All that pain vanished, in an instant.
I wonder how my tires are doing?
Hope they're attached on a supercar.
Now that I am gone,
                                    Am I still a Honda Civic?
Now that I am free.
Oct 2020 · 24
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Kelly Jade Oct 2020
if a wish is a wish
then maybe we could become true
but a wish is just a wish
so that kids won't turn blue
but if a wish is a wish
its something i would do too
but a wish is only a wish
so i won't end up with you
but my wish is not a wish
because my wish is with you
Jul 2020 · 35
Introduction
Kelly Jade Jul 2020
Hello, or should i say Hi?
Starters are nice until i say goodbye.
So, Hello. Or should i say Hi?
Wouldn't it be nice if we stay up till night.
Just Hello, no Hi.
I'll just adjust to your surroundings, and try not to cry.
Hi.
This feeling for you, just last night. It Died.
Hello.
Bye.
Jul 2020 · 25
My Shadow and Me
Kelly Jade Jul 2020
I hurt myself today
What have I become
I gave myself to you
But you threw me to the ground

Now I don't know myself
A new thing I've become
A million right choices
And I choose the wrong one

I'm blind to it all
My demons are my friends
I don't know them anymore
All because of you

I can see a stranger through the mirror
He thinks he's better off alone
Didn't seem to care about me
Just like you

People around me
Numbing on my pain
They don't seem to understand
They don't really care

Do you still hurt
Like I do today
Can you still walk straight
Even though the path is wrong

I'll keep living, forevermore
I can live with no life
Because i'm deaf and blind
Disabled by my crippling depression

I think I feel fine
My caressing hands comfort me
Because I know i'll handle things
When they come

Restore my soul
Through the path of the right
I know i'm bored
Please don't end up taking your life

— The End —