Kay - Hello Poetry

Kay Feb 2019

Burnt

He was that fire that burnt in your heart
that burned in your life.
His smile, his laughter would make the fire burn brighter
then he decided to singe that fire with a spray of cold water
try to understand that it was just a mistake.
He'll always be there right?
What happens when the fire that burnt so bright dims to a single candle light,
what happens when you have to keep lighting that single
candle wick,
because the fire is slowly dying.
Will you go out too?

#random #burnt

Kay Feb 2019

Alphabet Poem

A:    Away they always run
B:     Because of what follows behind
C:     Creeping low to the ground, it followed
D:     Death and darkness wound together
E:      Eternity it will be there
F:      Following not far behind
G:     Grabbing and dragging
H:     How the dead weight felt
I:      Internally screaming because they could not make a sound
J:      Juggling between life and death
K:     Killing whatever gets in there way
L:      Life is only for the living and that they are no more
M:     Moaning is no option, running they tried but
N:     Nothing gets away from, HE
O:     Oh the joy the light is coming
P:      Perhaps a change of view
Q:     Quickly the lights blew out an all that
R:     Remains is the
S:     Silent whispers of
T:     Their names being called, tugged
U:     Under ground
V:     Venomously pulled away to a place
W:    Where the light will never be seen again
X:     Xenophobia beginning
Y:     You are no one now
Z:      Zeitgeist, no more time

Found this in my old journal.

#time #death #alphabet

Kay Nov 2018

Average

Here's the thing about AVERAGE: its average
I wanted to reach higher
to be stronger,
i wanted to show every one that i am MORE.
So i became more,
I trained HARDER, i pushed for more, and in return...
I had NOTHING.
i couldn't love myself because i was never enough,
i forgot the feeling of a smile,
i became empty, because i forgot who i was,
and eventually i stopped trying to be more.
Because, was Average really that bad?

If average is yourself than maybe you should strive for average.

After the Fall

#average

Kay Aug 2018

The Fall

We will walk off thousands of cliffs,
but not all of us hit bottom,
some will learn how to fly,
others will lose themselves in the fall,
and the rest will wait until the cliff finally ends.

which are you?

#pick #*** #choice

Kay Mar 2018

The End

What are we doing?
We as people have to expand the bounds,
we have to see and breath under water,
we have to adapt to quench the the thirst to break ourselves,
yet we do.
Why fear death if we are it?
We **** ourselves every day and one day it won't be enough.
Push the bounds till there are none left,
push your body to the point where you don't have one,
break yourself, tear your self apart then, stitch it back together so you can do it again.
Don't think "who cares,"
we will watch with enthusiasm yelling "jump!"
And you will as you plummet to the ground we will watch....
We have no bounds,
and yet as you are falling you think,
"Why doesn't anyone care?"
And you don't know why, but it hurts more then the fall...
The End

Just a bunch of random stuff bunched together...
The world today

Kay Mar 2018

"Untitled Voice"

If they call the good part of you,
or the good little voice a conscience,
then what do they call the war?
What do they call the turmoil inside,
the little voice that tells you you're worthless.
The part that pulls you down to a place,
where light does not exist...
I've called that place my home,
I've listened to that voice.
You tell yourself its wrong,
but you can't help to lean in a little more,
to ask "What am I worth?"
You'll wait for the answer to come,
but you will wait forever...
The voice is gone...
The silence will never answer,
because it can't lie...

"shhh im listening..."

Kay Feb 2018

The Mirror

Shes afraid to see her reflection, the mirror that tells the truth.
The mirror that shows the hidden scars on her arms,
and the newly sewn stitches.
She tried and failed to stop the feelings ,
the newly fallen streaks of salt and fear staining her face.
The mirror that tells her that shes not good enough,
she doesn't have the strength to deny it any more.
The mirror that shows the girl who cries behind closed doors,
and that screams in her dreams where no one will hear.
Will no one help her, has the world turn its back on her?
Will she go out silently into the night?

No, be the one that stands up and shatters those mirrors, pick those people up and show them that they would be missed. Be the ones to show the real truths.