6.0k · Nov 2017
Suicide
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.
1.1k · Jul 2017
Grave
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.
433 · Jul 2017
Rain
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.
303 · Jul 2017
Painter
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,
279 · 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.
269 · Jul 11
Good and evil
Kylie Jul 11
Grey lead bullets and pure white snow,
One side a swan on the other a crow,
They say one is evil the other is not,
But when committing a sin they shall both rot.
how The world fixes wrongs by still doing wrongs.
261 · 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
242 · Jul 2017
Suicide
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.
209 · Jul 2017
Memory
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.
203 · Jul 14
Dear Uncle
Kylie Jul 14
I hold the memory and nothing more,
for a while I wasn't sure,
if it were real, I wish it was not,
but it pollutes every thought of mine,
with painful fear and anguish.

I remember the white walled room,
thats all I saw, but not the surface of what I felt,
I felt the destruction of maximal agony and torment to life,
and at seven and a half I was an adult.

You decayed my trust in people,
and of the fate and stars,
I can't say anything anymore,
how I wish to see you in bars.

bars like the shackles you gave me,
holding me tight with nothing,
I keep it all a secret,
and I wish not,
for it will determine your gritty end.

for you killed me, but i'm still alive
195 · Jul 11
Broken sky
Kylie Jul 11
The sky cracked wide open,
Blood pouring down as rain,
For my love has left me with nothing but this pain.
170 · Jul 9
imagination
Kylie Jul 9
The creeping of the shadows,
to the Darks graving doom,
the presence of unknown surely seems to loom.

I feel the wrath of wretched,
I feel the spinning spoons,
written in our writing, written in our runes.
this poem describes the complexities of imagination, and how there may be a force driving us to imagine the same things to other people, how we place our imagination on the unknown.
150 · Jul 9
Dear Friend
Kylie Jul 9
You used to be a person, with pure skin and teeth,
but now you lie in soil six feet underneath,
All remains of you, they say,
is a grey stone plastered thin,
but I say to these people that they're thoughts are of sin.

Today is your birthday, but you can't eat your cake,
because my old friend you made a mistake,
im not blaming you, but should I blame the world?,
did they throw stones or did they spit and hurl?

Your memories last, but I can't make any new,
how id trade my life for a question to you,
I want to know reasons that I shall never know,
everyone is chanting, that I should just let go.

but all those times I spent, braiding your auburn hair,
those aren't what I throw away without a subtle care,
I miss you a lot, especially with this suns ray,
because the ninth of July will always be your day.
117 · Jul 14
the sun's shadow
Kylie Jul 14
I can't obtain  with any corner of my mind why I feel cynically ingrained in a black hole, in a blazing bright room full of glee, spirit and bliss, but I see grey.
grey like the shallow pavement,
grey like the sluggish clouds waiting to rain on below,
grey like a sun withered elephant skin,
grey like a fallen moon.
The pencils pointy and fine lead matches my jaded soul, grasping for light under the shadow of the darkened sun, waiting for the lights to turn out.
75 · Jul 11
Frozen in time
Kylie Jul 11
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 air,

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 —