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Kylie Jul 2018
The sky cracked wide open,
Blood pouring down as rain,
For my love has left me with nothing but this pain.
Kylie Jul 2018
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.
Kylie Jul 2018
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
Kylie Sep 2018
Perhaps I’m not afraid of death,
But silence in the sky’s,
The piece of star remaining,
After We all die.

We don’t know the lifespan,
Of a wretched sound,
One that lasts forever,
Never to slow down.

The sound I speak of is silence,
When we enter the abyss
We don’t know if our name,
Is the one they’ll truly miss.

The name you wrote on paper,
And your book you got,
Did you write it to remember,
Or in fear they all forgot.

A slither of regret you leave,
To those of future past,
They’ll take a learning lesson,
As this breathe is your last.
Kylie Sep 2018
I hate being blamed for another’s crime,
They asked me my clothes, they asked me the time.
They said it was too short and it was too late,
So it made it okay for him to ****.
I don’t avoid the word,
It happened, it did,
They asked me if I were sure, just to get rid,
Of my strength and my power
That I chuck and hurl,
They don’t listen, cuz I’m just a girl.
Kylie Jul 2018
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.
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 *** with pride
You'll let yourself forget that everyone shall die.
Kylie Jul 2018
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.
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.
Kylie Sep 2018
She loved him so dearly,
With every passing day,
She treated him with kindness,
Hoping he’d repay.

She gave him the wings to fly,
And the floor beneath his feet,
The strings of a cello,
An act she’d repeat.

Instead he killed dear mother,
Stabbing her aching heart,
Puncturing her lungs,
With the sharpest throbbing darts.

He raised his fists towards mother,
Decaying her with pain,
Blood dripped down dear mother,
Pouring down as rain.

She was silenced to the silence,
And the noise continued.
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,
Kylie Oct 2018
She just wants to die,
Near the track she plays,
Pacing the parallels deeply,
Already with decay.

Ties herself to the fence
with a triple knot,
No one will remember,
They’ll forget, they all forgot.

The sound of trains comes quickly,
Too fast to run away,
Closes her eyes and breathes,
“Nothing left to say”
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.
Kylie Aug 2018
Ropes are hanging and you’re attached,
So many other fates are matched
Grey and white
And red is the snow
The true feeling you shan’t  show
Ropes tie us in, they keep apart
Your sour, itching, bleeding heart.
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.
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.
Kylie Sep 2018
I begged death to come to me,
Please sweet power set me free,
Free from greyness, black and glum,
Oh death quickly along you come.

He dragged me to the golden gate
Where he let me pick my fate,
I wanted out when he showed me more,
What after life is in store.

No more wounds and battle scars
Just a shining beyond the stars.
I choked far past my final breathe,
Please release me sweetest death.
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
Kylie Nov 2018
For now the day is closed,
And the sky turns shadowed whole,
The black world matches,
My decayed but weary soul.

I seem to change moods,
So drastically in time,
I wish that all my moods,
Synced in every single rhyme.

My jaded past is dying,
As the time does fly,
So my dearest happiness,
I wish you a goodbye.
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.
Kylie Jul 2018
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.

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