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Kaila George Apr 2016
There's this tree outside
My window and it shimmers
In the evening light
Its gold sparkling leaves
Tell me autumn's in the air
It's like a real live Christmas tree
As it glistens in the light
Its a beautiful sight to see
As it shimmers in the light
Then it leads into evening shades
as winter whispers in the breeze
Then just like the sunbeam
That flickered in the tree
The final beam flickers
As it fades into the night
  Apr 2016 Kaila George
Austin Bauer
Every Tuesday night
From January to April
The highlight of my night
Was a chocolate croissant.

I would sit and listen
To theories and methods,
Literature and research,
And on break I would have one.

I would order it each night
With salivating anticipation.  
As I handed over my money
They put it in the oven.  

And each night
They would call out
"Chocolate croissant?"
And I would grab the bag.

I would devour that morsel
With joy and elation,
And as I felt it go down
My chest would warm -

Not only from
The warm croissant,
But also from the joy
Warming my heart.

It was the best part
Of those horrible evenings
Of literature and research
Theory and methods.

Sometimes,
If I was feeling spicy,
I would get two -
One on each break...

And sometimes
On Thursdays
I would get two more
For History and PR.

Yes,
Those chocolate croissants
Got me through
My last semester of college.

When I was feeling stressed,
Or feeling down
From the subject matter,
I would eat one,

And I would feel better.
And I bet
As you are reading this
You want one.

Do yourself a favor,
Go buy yourself
A chocolate croissant -
And enjoy it.  

Let it help you escape
From your worries
And your cares
For about 90 seconds

As you devour that
Delicious pastry.
And let it warm your chest
With chocolate and joy.
Kaila George Apr 2016
I have seen evil

In many forms

Unexpected it comes

In quite night falls

Heart beats trembling

I pray pass me by

But unheard I tumble

As pain breaks my fall

I cry in vain...can you hear me call

Can somebody help me

From this darkness I fall

Thus starts my nightmares

In the early morn
  Mar 2016 Kaila George
Torin
No glasses
No rings
No tattoos
Just my skin
The skin god gave me
And if you know how to look

You'll see divine art

No glasses
I can see clearly
My contacts
Are the souls I reach
The love I give
And receive

No rings
My hands are strong
They hold the frets
And make a song
A song that god gave me
I have to sing

No tattoos
Because the scars are my art
And scars on my heart
Tell a story
About a life I used to live
And the time I died
I wanted a tattoo when I was younger, I couldn't afford it, every dime to ******,, now I'm clean, I can see clearly. I'm perfect as I am
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