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  5d Kai
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Sometimes I wonder
If you'd even remember
What you did

I think you cared
Once
But that was a while ago

Before you took everything from me
My heart, soul, and name
And left me without even the memory of you
  5d Kai
kel
I used to hate mosquitos.
The way the itchiness keeps me on my toes
And the way the rash grows
As I live with a doze

But at least they need me.
At least they craved for me.
At least they're attracted to me.
Unlike everybody else.
  5d Kai
Liana
I may not believe in a god(s)
But that does not mean that I do not have a religion

I believe in poetry
Not everyone has a god, but everyone has a religion. For some it's art, animals, money, or music. For me, it is words, or poetry. At night I do not pray to God, I write poetry. I do not ask God for answers, I write to figure them out myself. Poetry is my religion.
Kai 5d
The dark that fills my room at night
Holds me tight
For the shadows that make me fright

Eye contact
With the dark figure standing in front of me
We both know that I can see
The unknown figure standing in front of me
With no eyelids
Corners of its mouth twisting ear to ear
It doesn't move
Yet, I feel this eerie sensation that its moving closer to me

Trying to fall asleep
But no escape from the eyes that taunt me when I weep
Always feeling like someone was beside me when I wake up
Useless cries
Heart beating loudly in my chest
I know I try my best
To ignore
But it simply won't do

I turn around in my bed
I know it's trying its hardest to make my mattress uncomfortable
I see its head in the corner of my eyes
Its eyes are boring into mine
It looks so humanoid, yet so uncanny
My mind can't save me from this mess
My hands are in full shakiness
Please...
I'm scared
Yet, the only thing it does is stare
Something from my childhood that is still currently haunting me to the current day :)
Just read this again and it makes me feel like I'm terrified of the unknown!
Kai Feb 13
The wishes that the cold will falter
Has halted
My mouth is quivering
And my body is shivering
My nose is as red as a cherry
And my lips are forming into the color of a blueberry

The ice of the cold biting my skin
The heat in me quivering within
The cold slicing my flesh
The slices are still fresh
The 20°F weather isn't helping
Instead, it's making me continue yelping

Ugh... I just hope I won't get hypothermia...
I might be pushing out a lot of poems because I now, once again, have a writing sugar rush. It'll probably last for a week or more.

Edit: I SAW ******* ICE OUTSIDE AND THEY ARE STILL MAKING US GO TO SCHOOL. WHAT THE HELL MAN.
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