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In shadows I linger in the sand
Beneath the only stone unturned
A swirling compass in my hand
I witness the world around me turn

Reels repeat behind my eyes
Playing memories of simpler times
When days were long and nights were few
When dreaming brought me worlds, anew

I've been plucking these feathers
Pruning these wings
Believing that shedding will let me fly free

I've been pulling this anchor
Through bedrock and reeds
Fearing that lifting it would lose me at sea

In murky tides, I drift over ocean floor
Beneath the turning and tumbling waves,
A broken beacon in my hand
As current pulls me to my grave

I've been plucking these feathers
Pruning these wings
Believing that shedding will let me fly free

I've been pulling this anchor
Through bedrock and reeds
Fearing that lifting it would lose me at sea
Kylie Hailstone Aug 2021
The skies above me falling down
No place to go to escape from it
Sometimes I wish it would just go away from my life
I’m lying out under the clouds
I’m sleeping through all my precious time
I used to waste my time dreaming of leaving this place
(Now I only waste it dreaming of home)

Chorus:

Turn upside-down and turn down the sky
All of the clouds rain the tears that I cry
And all the pain that fills me up will go away
Like the snow in the spring

The skies above me falling down
No place to go to escape from it
I used to waste my time on…
Waste my time on…
Waste my time dreaming of leaving this place
(Now I only waste it dreaming of home)

(Chorus)

I’ve got nightmares
While moonlight shines through my open window
I’ve got nightmares
While moonlight shines through my open window
I lay awake
The skies above me falling down

(Chorus)
This is actually a rewrite of a Fall Out Boy song. The original is called "Of all the Gin joints in all the world" and I rewrote the song as "Upside-Down".
Kylie Hailstone Aug 2021
Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.

Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.

Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.

I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.

Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.
Kylie Hailstone Aug 2021
You keep pushing me.
You know I'm already so close to the edge.
I can only be pushed so far before I fall,
And maybe that's what you want.
Maybe you want me to fall,
To lie bleeding
and die
on the jagged rocks below.
Maybe that's dramatic.

Or maybe you don't want me to fall,
Just to be so very close to the edge
so you can rescue me.
Maybe you want to go back
to when our love existed—
if you can even call it that.
But I won't go back.

We had nothing but meaningless words
and lying hearts.
Something was always there,
around us,
inside us,
above us—
looking down,
unintentionally destroying us,
maybe like you are now.
Maybe you don't know I'm so close to the edge,
about to fall,
to lie on the jagged rocks
and bleed because you pushed me a little too far.
Kylie Hailstone Aug 2021
I sit at the window
And watch the rain fall
As the puddles grow bigger
And my heart just grows small.

I pushed all my feelings
Way too far down
So they can't be let go
And I can't make a sound.

I wish I could cry
Or just tell a friend
And maybe my pain
Will all come to an end

But my eyes will not cry
And my mouth will not speak
The feelings that torture me,
Inside, so deep.

I need a release
So I just watch the rain
That's crying my tears
And releasing my pain

Forget all that hurts me
That I've kept all inside
And focus on the puddles
Gathering rain while I hide.
Kylie Hailstone Aug 2021
What harsh truths be known
Not by wounds?
We should know it's all a mess.

No warning measures up
To lessons learned at heart,
For reasoning is a curious endeavor.

When should we push for more?
When does more become too much?

It's only from our depths,
Our demons,
Our angels do we know
But can never be sure...

When wrong turns to right, who will know?
It's in your hands,
Just take it and hope.
Kylie Hailstone Apr 2020
I wish for the ability to see through eyes of passion
looking inward
where it can be as warm and fragrant as spring
when the air is heavy
and the birds share secrets
not meant for me to know.

And it can be as desolate
as the city's midnight sky
when the clouds seem to sink into heaven's underground.

How beautiful is this?
Granting me the pleasure of the imaginary.
But still I can't keep from wondering...

How beautiful is poetry
when words are pebbles in your shoes?

How beautiful is freedom
when held in the hands of the clock tower?

How beautiful is peace
when it slips your grasp like the streams' fish?

The answer lies in how we allow our eyes to see,
whether it be our mind, our heart, or our soul.

The hard part is knowing the difference.
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