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My mind always gave birth
to ever-so-joyous and lively words
But those words, **** themselves
everytime they were produced
by their mother, my mind
The same words,
reborn, they were, to my life
My life, their second mother
Now cruel, those words are
Now dark, those words are
It's a cycle, they always will be

- Kaya
War
War
"I need warmth" she said,
as she fell into cold blue sea
with monstrous waves
fighting each other
for peace,
the sea is at war

- Kaya
People are like water

They all seem the same

But taste different

-Kaya
We used to sit together,
And watch the sun go down,
And feel the winds slide
over our thin skin
now, it's just me watching
The sun go down
As the wind speaks to me

-Kaya
What if everything,
that we thought was real, wasn't
And everything that we saw
was just an illusion,
just an imagination,
of a better world

What if all the things
we thought were impossible,
are possible
What if all these thoughts
flashed in our heads
the few seconds,
before we die

What if all truths
were lies
And all lies,
were truths
What if nothing is real
what if nothing existed
But, one question that will remain
at the back of our heads,
till the end of time is,
What if we aren't real?

-Kaya
Words words words
those meaningless words
said over and over again
still repeats in my head
until this day
the words you carved
in my mind
won't go away
it is so maddening that,
the first thought of a day
is the same old words
that you used to say
those words will stay
until my last day
and the last thing
i'll ever hear
is your voice
in my ear
slowly fading away
-Kaya
It haunts me,
The presence of her absence
her voice, only exists in one place
and that place, is my mind,
a place of noise
Her smile, engraved in my mind
she cannot speak anymore,
for she has a tongue, but no voice
she cannot show herself
for she has a body, but no life
she is not here anymore
but her soul lingers on
the crusts of this home
and on the crusts of my heart

- Kaya
You
You
They see you,
on the surface
with the sky above

You feel, out of earth
on the edge with
empty space below

-Kaya
A young heart,
like a fresh wound,
hurts more, when exposed
to the world of sour tongues,
bitter eyes and bland brains

A young heart, hurts
like a healing wound
that stretches to
the demands of life

There's no home,
when you are down
There's no home,
even when you are up

-Kaya
A deaf man devotes
his soul to his eyes
A blind man devotes
his soul to his ears
we rely on a shoulder
in times of loss
but rely on parts
of our own selves
when we are lonely,
away and far apart

-Kaya

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