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 Sep 2014
Miranda Renea
It was a Tuesday evening;
Just about 7 o'clock, when
I stopped to smoke a ciggie
And listen to the church bells ring.

Sometimes late at night, I sit
On the steps across from my
Apartment complex, where
I hear kids play in the evenings.
 Jul 2012
Kai McC
We're all looking for a fairytale
A prince or a magic spell

Though they don't always happily begin
Everything's alright in the end

Not always sunshine and roses
Sometimes there're witches with big, warty noses

A frog turned into a prince
But it doesn't matter since

It's a happy-ever-after, after all
When the princess goes to the ball

But in reality
We can't have that mentality

Things don't work that way
Doesn't matter what they say

True love and fairytales
Don't always prevail
 May 2012
Kai McC
Life is a two-way street
You gotta keep moving on your feet

Some move foward
No matter what toward

Others are stuck looking back
While the rest pick up the slack

No one looking over to the other side of the track
No one to hear the smack

As life throws you down
Without a sound

'Cause everyone just keeps moving
Without a hitch
On down the street
Not bothering to watch the pitch

That knocks you over
No one looking to see
No one looking at all
At how you'll be
 May 2012
Kai McC
I'm falling
I can't stop now
Nobody calling
I don't know how

Nobody cares anymore
Why should they?
When I'm rotten to the core
At least that's what they say

But if I had things my way
You and me, we'd be together
And everything would be okay
Because it would have never happened

But you're gone
You shut the door
And said, So long
I never knew why

But now I don't care
Not when I can't feel
The wind in my hair
As we're laughing

Now my laughter comes
Artifically
I'm so numb
From trying to feel
 May 2012
Kai McC
So many questions
Bursting from my head
How do you know?
That it's true what's said

Why would you?
Believe them over me
Why won't you?
Open your eyes and see

How could you?
Doubtlessly blame
Me, who loved you
You, who claimed the same

Do I really?
Mean that little to you
That you would say
As if on cue:

How could you**?

— The End —