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I would rather have rainfall
Instead of snow.

The presence of snow
Reminds me of hard work
In the early morning.

My spine cannot take
The weight of heavy snowfall

But then again,

The rain makes it hard
To drive in the dark while cars
And streetlights send me their
Eye-cutting prismatic shards.

I think

I'd still rather be led astray
By the rain.
Breaking News
I still want to die
Wild
she was 12,
of course no one believed her.
she was 12,
of course she was blamed.
she was 12,
of course she thinks its her fault.
she was 12,
of course they laughed at her when she opened up about it.
she was 12,
of course she thought it was love.
she was 12,
of course it was the clothes.
she was 12,
of course she couldn't press charges.
she was 12,
of course it still haunts her.
she was 12,
of course she's disgusted by her self.
she was 12,
of course she wasn't taken seriously.
she was 12.
 Jan 4 Keara Marie
Lehin3
It’s like I hear a clock ticking—
Will it stop if I stop breathing?
Endless scars, I keep on picking,
My lips taste blood; it’s seething.

I’m too young to feel this weight,
Too blessed to bear this fate.
So why does stress invade my state?
Why can’t I escape the ache?
Weird
Drunk as hummingbirds
We flirt around flowers
Let us leave
Our hearts behind,
Forget the days
And the sky - spread wide,
Let us rejoice
Among the stars,
Crowding the moon,
Chasing the sun - tonight,
Let us be
But just bones - tonight,
Armour - where our souls reside,
Let us be
But just a dance,
Eternal - tonight.
 Jan 4 Keara Marie
Liana
Anxiety,
Leave me alone

Anxiety,
Let me be

Stop getting in the way
Allow me fun
And relax

Stop with the teary eye
Trouble catching my breathe

Anxiety,
Let me enjoy things
Let me genuinely smile

Leave me alone
Let me feel calm for a while

Stop taking over my life
And my mind

Anxiety,
Please be more kind
Releasing this from drafts

(This kite was written by an alarm clock named gobnaujqlnsk but was pronounced as "ken" because English makes things complicated. The alarm clock eats submarines for brunch.)
 Sep 2024 Keara Marie
Emma Kate
I carry you in my heart;
in my head; in my bones.
I would have carried you to the earth's end,
but now, you are simply mulch.
The loss of a loved one.
Look,
Maybe I'll pick my last breath
Maybe I won't
Maybe today I out maneuver death
Maybe I don't
Maybe true love will last past fresh
Maybe nope
Maybe I can have one problem less
Maybe with hope
There's far too much maybe
Life is difficult to promote

©2024
It was never about
Taking the easy route
I was just desperate
And made a last ditch effort
To get the pain out

©2024
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