5.3k · Nov 2017
Kylie Nov 2017
They told us on Thursday noon,
That her desk was empty much too soon.
She seemed the perfect student,
Good at chemistry and music and math
It’s a shame she felt the devils very evil wrath.
Now whispered questions are asked in the hall,
Everyone questioning if they knew her at all.
She always broke a smile that showed happiness and glee,
I guess that charmed smile hid much more than we could see.
Never did she tear, or frown or be upset.
She was a good friend and to teachers a great  pet.
No one knows how she felt, and I’d wished I’d known.
But I couldn’t see behind her mask that she hadn’t shown.
Because behind her mask it must have been crumble and defeat.
Why else would she come to deaths rotten feet.
1.0k · Jul 2017
Kylie Jul 2017
Do not stand there and sing sad songs for me,
Let me lay in peace under the willow tree,
The gods saw me getting tired,
A cure wasn't meant to be,
So they put their arms out,
And whispered "come to me"
I'll be the grass under your feet,
And trees and puddles wet,
Please remember, but in time you will forget,
And forever rest will serve me the best
Peace will be true not a word among the rest.
But if you wish to let go of worries you hold
Here's some advice you should put to mould
If you fill your head with laughter,
Make yourself gay with pride
You'll let yourself forget that everyone shall die.
416 · Jul 2017
Kylie Jul 2017
A glow off the pavement and grass with dew drops wet,
Lives in memory one won't forget.
Gray but glowing streets and shiny water dots,
Every tree speckled with sparkly silver spots.
the boy who jumps puddles finds much fun,
A joy that isn't given with the yellow sun.
His knees become wet and his boots full of mud
His raincoat of water and his hat soaked through,
He full of fun calls to you.
after rain comes a rainbow that lights up the sky,
Where you lay down a picnic and lay down to sigh.
Beauty through colour and beauty of glow
In the midst of it all you can let go.
279 · Jul 2017
Kylie Jul 2017
the furthest hill to the closest tree,
It mocks what the eye can see,
In capture of heart and love of place,
The perfect portrayal of her face,
Like it was there but it is gone,
But now with this it will be forever and on.
Saving what happened frozen in time,
To when the fate seals and one forgets,
The eldest painting just begins to set.
It tells of time and thought,
The memory that another caught.
The land, the people the joy the glee,
Much more horror than our eyes can see.
With a brush and paper and the world in view,
We'll be able to take away a flash or two.
Paint and people come together
A piece of past kept forever,
263 · Jul 2017
The road
Kylie Jul 2017
If one is grasping the regression of becoming alone in the dark road, one must become reliant on the reflection that you have held in the midst of challenges that you have faced, maybe they were not or maybe they were as hardened and strong as the challenge you distantly stare at, but flying over the road is cheating it gets the job done but doesn't hint satisfaction at the finish line.
239 · Jun 2017
The colour gray
Kylie Jun 2017
Everything is the same.
No matter what joy it used to bring
Or the irritating vary thing.
Gray is the colour I seem to say
Unjoyous and bland
Thus the cuts on her hand
No colour no mother
Or texture or glee
Everything is the same
No need to see.
Parts of ones world bring nothing to one
There's no light without the sun
Grey like the pavement and clouds that spray rain
Nothing remains not even pain
Empty. Sullen. Boring.
The words of us
Altogether in one gray luss.
Depression #sad #grey #emotion #empty #death #misery
230 · Jul 2017
Kylie Jul 2017
I'll take you arm in arm
To a place that's much more calm
When you choke
And do not breathe
Or when you start to reveal your sleeves
When you're lonely
And cannot wait
I will take you and seal your fate
When blood meets skin
And you bleed red
All because of what others said
I'll take you far away
out of this world gray
Ropes hanging and you're attached
Many others have their fate matched
Drowning in water blue
If you want I'll come for you
Some want their fate to seal
You can't prevent when you can't feel.
225 · Nov 2017
Ofelias Poem
Kylie Nov 2017
The world we live in which so peautiful offers me nothing but deceit and death, my dear mother.
The world in which Im going soon, yet may be ugly to you, offers me more than here, mother.
He got you mother now he’s coming for me, and no matter how far I run he’s got me.
I ran to a place, with a small case, I took brother and blood to take us to a place much more calm, but he found us first, mother.
mother I am here now. I am happy.
Inspired by film “Pans labyrinth” (2006)dar mother
197 · Jul 2017
Kylie Jul 2017
And as the last word was written to paper, the story had ended. nothing remained except what exsisted in two separate overlapping memories.
163 · Jun 2017
Kylie Jun 2017
You shall not dwell on thought or the others of present.
Everyone around feels like a peasant
You're nose floats high up top
No one knows what kind of cherries shall pop
You're winges of privilege, your essence of pride
You permently place importance in your strides.
Mirrors upon mirrors you look.
Stroking your blonde hair you seem overly shook.
Crystal eyes, satin skin.
I'm afraid my darling you only sin
soon you'll be crushed by one that is best
That may put your highest ego to rest.
Because poison is death and others is not.
Here I wish upon you your pride shall rot.
142 · Jun 2017
Kylie Jun 2017
Wind kisses the skin
Like no real sin
But I keep falling
Eyes begin to tear under the cold touch
But at the same time, I can't feel much
But I keep falling
My stomach drops more
As I see the close shores
But I keep falling
Stars seem to hold me up
But it never seems enough
But I keep falling
Cruel behind cages
We all adapt in stages
But I keep falling
They say it will be something of fine
And that I can use the voice of mine
But I keep falling
96 · Nov 2017
Frozen in time
Kylie Nov 2017
Grass blades leaning away from the wind,
Glows off sidewalks when it just rained,
The tree beyond my window I stare,
My toes out into the open ai

Time a construct of worry no hope,
Frozen our necks are covered in rope,
The clock ticking, telling of time,
I stare with you I’m frozen, you’re mine.

— The End —