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Kaila George Sep 2014
Have you ever
Had a moment
Were you are
Lying in a field

The sun shines
Upon your face
As you bury
Yourself in a sea
Of tall green grass

Then as you gaze
Up into the sky
At the white fluffy clouds
That passes on by
Your imagination flares
In a creative style

Fairytale Characters
Magical beings
Cloud your imagination
In a child's world of dreams

Then stretching
Out your arms
To pillow your
Sleepy head
You gaze up in wonder
In a child like bliss

The laughter of friends
Playing in the sun
Make you smile
In a dream like state

And in that
One singular moment
That one blissful state
You are who you are
A child in God's grace
Kaila George Aug 2016
"Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away"

A well known verse we all know so well...yet you wonder why would I quote those famous words....hmmmm

I've been part of 3 major poet sites that has to this day affected the way I think and feel....the sites are still very much alive yet of the three two have had some major upheavals
My point in using these well known words is simple....

Each poet that has influenced my certain way of writing has touched me profoundly with their own unique way of writing

Yet there is always one person that always trys to control the trend or poem of the day

For me each poet and poetess
Are stars in my book...and each of them I have kept always in my heart where they will never fade away

And its thanks to my poet friends I now write the way I do...even if they know it or not their stars will forever shine in my heart
Kaila George Aug 2016
Colors splash into life
As the pen boldly flows
And bring a poet's words to life

The sun rises into the early morning sky as the breeze blows dead leaves from autumn trees

The river flows its Cristal clear waters as it cascading down the mountain side

Birds fly in a deep blue sky as they escape the bitter winter chills

Alone figure stands in awe of the beauty of mother nature and her wonderful scenes
Kaila George Oct 2014
The soft petals of a rose
Its hue’s of colours it grows
Each one unique
In its splendor of galore

But favorite by far
A single long stemmed rose
Red, blue, white or gold

You give her a rose
She sighs with delight
Her heart beats fast
At a beautiful sight
To savoir the moment
In between the pages of time
She incases its beauty
With love divine

Years goes pass
She looks back
At the past
At the beauty of giving
From her lover sublime

Years again pass once more
She feels life ebb
Into astral form
But still she holds
Clasped in her hands
The single red rose
Her lover’s gift of old

Slowly she crumbles
And falls to the floor
The long stemmed rose
Clasped close to her heart
The petals they fall
And drift in the wind
And float to the heavens
A memory no more
Kaila George Jan 2015
Is sitting
Relaxed in the sun
Reading a good book
Poking at family
In the jest of fun

Is watching
A girly movie
With tissue
And pop corn
Ready to laugh and cry
At movies we love to watch

Is sitting on a beach
Listening to the tide
As it ripples roll back and forth
In the morning and evening tide

Bliss is
Watching a waterfall
Cascade in droplets of light
That reflects off a rainbow
In its dewy wake

Is watching your child
Breathing in their sleep
Then singing a lullaby
Late into the night
Then tucking them to sleep
Your precious little soul

Ahh Bliss what a wonderful life
Kaila George Jul 2015
I see between each page
a story to be told
memories are written
some good
some bad
some old

Each chapter a story
and Friend's

All caught in between
the pages of time
as they flash before our eyes

We remember those gone
before and left those of
us behind.....we smile
and think to ourselves
we hold you all
close to our heart's

A smile
A tear
A hug

Brings back memories
of love .........always know
with love and utmost respect
we keep our loved ones
Always close to our hearts
Kaila George Sep 2014
The night sky shone of glittering stars
as she gazed upon the splendor
and wondered does my true love
See the same stars I see

Can he feel the same breeze
That caresses my cheeks
As I stare into the sunsets of old
Does he see how the stars
Are arranged in the sky
For star gazers to depict
What they believe is there
in the night filled skies

Does he feel the sand?
as he visits a beach
a lake that shines and glitters in the sun
Can he hear the birds that sing to thee
Sweet songs of melodies

I reach out to him
and hold him close
But grasping thin air
I sigh with a note
of despair at not seeing
My loved one hands

Sharing the sights and sounds
Of what Mother Nature gave to thee

**Can he really see what I see?
Kaila George Jul 2015
Can you feel how I feel
lost and alone
afraid to breath
Watching life pass
in a cloud of mist


A broken soul
afraid to be
living just barely
afraid to breath


It drowns my being
Of wanting to be me

I've lost so many
so close to me

Help me someone
let me breath
Kaila George Sep 2014
A child was premature
Only after 24 weeks her mother gave birth
She was only 12 inches long
When she came into this world

Her mother and father
Were waiting for news
And as always
Doctors filled them with gloom

She will not live for very long
And if she does complications
Will unfold

She will be blind
She will be deaf
She will be *******
She has not fully developed yet

Tears abashed as she cried in pain
Both parents distraught
At their tiny daughters plight

They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her

She survived 2 months
She was breathing still
They were fianaly able to hold her
Small tiny body in their arms
But still the Doctors said
She would not live long

And each time her parents
Would cry once more
This can't be true
She's breathing still

They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her

Two more months
Had passed on by
And still she breathed
And still she was alive

But alas the Doctors did say
She will not survive
Another day

Distraught once again
Her parents were sad
And once again they
Bowed their heads

They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her

Now five years on
She runs and plays
And does everything
A little girl does

And then one day
While out on a trip
With her loved ones
Her family and friends

She was chatting to mom
About things from the day
Of playing with friends
And her family

When suddenly she paused
And said out loud
Can you smell that?

Her mother concerned
Looked up to the sky
It was just about
To rain outside

She nodded to her
And said with a smile
Why yes little one
I can smell the rain

But shaking her head
She said no not that
Can't you smell that?

Puzzled she smiled
As she shook her head
Why yes my dear child
It's about to rain

Her daughter just smiled
And shook her head
Then patted her shoulders
And said out loud
It smells like him! ! !

Then her mother just wept
As her father smiled
And realized she was
Talking about God

The rain had stopped
The sun came out
She yelled with glee
I want to go play

She hugged her mom
Smiled at her dad
Its ok mom
It was just only God
Then ran off to play

Kaila George
This was sent through via email posted as a story...not sure if this is true or not but it inspired me to write this....smiles.
Kaila George Nov 2014
Its early morning, I keep thinking
What a wonderful day
Sun just starting to set
After a rainy morning
**** I got wet on my way to course

I sit in my spot looking outside the window
Feeling cold…needed a nice hot cuppar
Just to make the cold go away

Adjusting to the new faces
New environment….
Not use to all of this

So different and I know
I’m out of my comfort zone
Cheers to a new change
Hope I can do what I need to do
And make this work for me

Change is for the best so I’m told
For me I say Yes bring it on …grins
Kaila George Jan 2015
I can feel a shift
In my life
Its coming
No it's not bad
It feels good
My life will change
For the better it seams
I smile and think
Has my ship sailed in
Can I be whom I want to be?

I can be that person
That God first wanted me to be
I may not believe in man's doctrines
But I do believe in God
After all he did give me my son
When I prayed for one

He was there for me
When I was shrouded in dark
He was that forever burning light
That made me fined my way
Back to reality

I am who I am


Burying the past
That use to drown my soul
I am finally free
Come join me
Let's all just be free
And be whom we want to be

Happy New Year to you all
From me your friend

Kaila George
Kaila George Oct 2014
We often hope and pray
That our children find the right way

How they think
How they act
How they handle things in life

Like adults they have two paths to chose
The one for good the other for bad

All we can do
Is give them love
And support

All we can do
Is make sure they know
How much we care

How they chose their paths
Would be their own choice

How they behave
Would be their own choice

Should they try drugs?
We can only ever be there
To pick up the pieces

Should they get hurt?
We can only ever comfort them
When they are in need

As Whitney us to say

I believe the children
Are our Future
Teach them well and
Let them lead the way

Show them all the beauty
They posses inside
Let the children's laughter
Remind us how we use to be

Food for thought don't you think!
Kaila George Dec 2014
Its Christmas time .... full of cheer... sharing
but this Christmas seems so void of cheer
as I walk the family house from one end to other
alone...remembering Christmas past

Home was were everyone gathered because my parents were alive
it changed after became a tradition to be at others house
So every Christmas ever since I've woken up to a empty house
once or twice perhaps... I was lucky to share with others
that came home for that one particular year

I remember when mum and dad was alive
every year we would be preparing for Christmas day
me and mum in the kitchen preparing food dad
sharing his story's with his beers
then by 12 mid day everyone would be home
and the Christmas tree by then was full of presents

I was the hostess with the mostess....smiles
everyone kept me busy....I thrived on the cheer
seeing people smile with joy as they opened presents
it brought tears to my parents eyes to see so much love
what wonderful times....sigh

I still have half a day with my family
but its no longer the same
as I sit here alone on Christmas morn
looking at the house that once use to be so alive

I then look at all my friends whom I share my Joys and woe's
and I'm grateful to be able to share my heart my soul my world
to all whom I respect, and love with all that I am

Merry Christmas one and all have a beautiful Christmas Day
Kaila George Nov 2014
I miss my comfort zone
working and just doing
pretty much what I want
But this course

Its just so different
I'm a student again
sheesh...gotta get pass that

Im not the teacher
so weird this concept
of being a student again

Its different I suppose
but I know my passion
writing my poetry
and Teaching....its
what I want to do in my life

smiles life if so unpredictable
We all have them...our comfort zones were we don't want to move on, we prefer to stay where we feel safe...then that safety net is taken away....and you are left hanging on to possibilities of something that may take you down a different path....sigh.
Kaila George Apr 2016
There will always be
A reserved part of
My heart beating
Quietly in the dark
I protect it with
Love and care because
Its for those whom
Have passed on

Memories unfold
Within my heart,
Mind and soul
And ever single heart
Since gone as touched
And healed my soul

Laughter and life
Are memories
That I recall
Because with out
Their guiding light
I would not be
Who I am today

Ever now and then
I recall lost loved
Ones from the past
So from me to you
To all those gone
I love you and thank you
Straight from my heart

Copyright: Kaila George 2016
Kaila George Sep 2016
I'm ******* with whats happened

I want to scream I want to shout

I have lost my parents but to lose one of my siblings

Its to close for thing we will be thinking...whos next...gah

Her and I have this love hate all siblings do....smiles

We yell and scream at each other....but we always sit and talking things out

She is the one that I have always had difficulty talking to

perhapes thats why I write....smiles

I just dont know what to think right head is in a whirl...its confusing...why her...sigh

Dear God...

I ask you to watch over her
Protect her...make sure she is ok
bring her back home...if not then...sigh
Gawd hate to think like this but its possiable
Guide her to my parents arms...sigh!!!!!!


Night all.
I wrote this when my sister was in hospital she passed away over two years
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
Kaila George Sep 2014
Dark memories of my younger days

always seem not so far away...

The constant noise that drowned my soul

Use to make me wonder will I survive

My eyes could not see what was done to me

My ears could not hear the violence in words

The pain was more than any child could bare

How can one learn to live in fear

Crushing, screaming, CAN YOU HEAR ! ! !

But no one heard, so I thought no one cared

Then I awake, and shake my head...

Its just another nightmare of dreams...

Of what was once my reality
Kaila George Jan 2015
I wait for thee to come unto me
As my heart quivers with love
As I recall thine own lips
Being ravaged by thee

My memory lapses into fantasies
Of your caresses as you hold me close
Thine hands trace the contours of my body
As you lavishly ******* inner being

I cling to thee with all mine body
and arch my body closer to thine own
As I gasp in wonder as you touch me
In places no man has gone before

Thou as left me trembling with
Want and need to be by your side
To be a part of you to feel you be a part of me
We succumb to the pleasure's that be

We have tasted the nectar's of love
Come lay with me my love
As we dream upon the clouds of love
Find comfort in my *****
We sigh...content as one...
Thou art my one true love oh Romeo
Kaila George Sep 2014
Death is quite
Stands, waiting, watching
As your life flash’s
Before your eyes
He waits for you
To make the choice
Do you want to live?
Or do you want to die

In a flash
In a moment
You see highlights
Of your life
The good, the bad
The what ifs
And what you do have

Then one singular voice
Whispers softly in your ear
Reaches out to you
As he says his little prayer
Don’t let her die
Let my mum live

Eyes flutter open
A silhouette comes in view
Small head bent
Tear tracks spent
Then you know
Right then and there

**I have a life to live
My boy was only seven years old, I was in hospital...dont remember much, but I do remember him praying for me...thanks son you saved my life.
Kaila George Sep 2014
The pages waits silently

For the pen to caress it's soul

The pen and ink sit to one side

Expecting to be bold

One cannot work without the other

If the poet is not at hand

The blankness of the page

Seems so barren and so bare

We mourn their loss

Weeping with broken heart

And bleeding souls

As we read the legacy left behind

To be remembered and revered

Of the words that they penned and brought to life

Laughter, Joy and sadness all rolled up in one

We honor those that have left this realm

We pay homage to their work

They are the poets that live on throughout the coming years

And live here within our hearts

As we pay homage to our peers

Poets who speak from the heart
Kaila George Oct 2014
I have a dream

To be the best I can be

Simple as that

And I will be just that

With friends like you

That feed my muse

I see so much of

Light and dark

Reaching out to the stars

Moving mountains

With just our thoughts

With just our dreams

As we gather as one

Raising our voices

In harmony being

The best that we can be

With our pen in one hand

Paper in the other

We write from our hearts

Because we are living

Our dreams
Kaila George Sep 2014
Does anyone know?
Were John Moffat has gone
One hell of a poet
I came back here
And suddenly he is gone...

Sad indeed...
He was outspoken
And true to the bone
At least that’s what I have read
Of his poems...where has he gone?
Will he come back….I hope so?
Kaila George Aug 2016
Its early morning hours
Can't sleep yet but to tired to worry about the place and time
Not to worried about  the when and why...dying to find out the next few steps hesitant on should I come or should I go....grins to myself as I nod my head and think to myself ain't life a *****.....ops forgive my profanity just then...grins
Shes much better now we are home
Kaila George Jan 2015
I pick the trodden flower that lay fragile on the ground

Its beauty faded as the petals fall in disarray

Oh the beauty of the bloom that was but alive

And swaying in the breeze just a few days ago

Now lay in my palm so lifeless in my hands

Tears fall at such beauty is as it is defiled by

Pollution of the air caused by humanity’s greed

Then the pale pastel colours of the petals and leaves

Fade away into the darker shade of gloom

I beg to you as one human to the other

Give this planet this earth our home, hope

Give it the air it needs s to breathe and live once again

If we just treat it with love and respect

It will bring to us its beauty to share with thee
Kaila George Oct 2014
I pick the trodden flower that lay fragile on the ground

Its beauty faded as the petals fall in disarray

Oh the beauty of the bloom that was but alive

And swaying in the breeze just a few days ago

Now lay in my palm so lifeless in my hands

Tears fall at such beauty is as it is defiled by

Pollution of the air caused by humanity’s greed

Then the pale pastel colours of the petals and leaves

Fade away into the darker shade of gloom

I beg to you as one human to the other

Give this planet this earth our home, hope

Give it the air it needs s to breathe and live once again

If we just treat it with love and respect

It will bring to us its beauty to share with thee
Kaila George Oct 2014
I watched a falling star tonight

It changed colour its was a delight

Then I thought...oh...lets make a wish

Closing my eye's tight... thoughts rushed through my head

I wish....

For world peace

To be a queen for the day...Pffft as if

To be the richest person in the world...rolls my eyes

Write something that people would never forget

Be famous.....that ones all in my mind...bwahahaha

Then it occurred to wish has come true

I have the best friends I know right here on this site

Thank you all for just being friends
Kaila George Sep 2014
You can only whimper and cry

All the pain you feel drowns your very soul
You become encumbered by all that has been
A nightmare, a hell hole…there’s nothing no one can do

The outcome is horrific as you feel rendered by the past
You feel crushed, forsaken, yet your heart still beats so fast

You have to live through all this…just to stay alive

Life is something special never let it go
Make every moment count, from this moment on
Kaila George Sep 2014
Early Morning hours I could hear the birds start to chirp
Outside my open window, pondering
Conclusion, life has new meaning when you face
Past history's of mistakes
You know in your heart that there was nothing anyone could do
So now it's just a ghost of a memory
That's best left in the past
Eye's start to drop
You sleep in blissful peace
Kaila George Oct 2014
Gawd at times it's pretty rough
I get these flashes from the past
The pain, the anger, the sadness
Just creeps up on me, unexpectedly

To recall deeds that has been dealt
The memory like a cutting knife
You think that's all in the past
You think you can heal and move on

But something always comes back to haunt me
Memory lost now recalled
Gawd I need to get these thought out of my mind
But they still haunt my life
Kaila George Sep 2014
I see no evil
Because we hide the pain
I hear no evil
Because you’re too scared to say
I speak no evil
Because I never could tell anyone
About what was hidden deep inside?
Sad because this is how a victim feels
Kaila George Oct 2014
He is cute as a button
A pain in the *** when he wants to play
Yet he is always there for me

IN rain or shine regardless the time of the day
When I cry he try's to comfort me
When I laugh...he keeps me company
When I take him for walks....he runs around enjoying the moment

Oddly enough he doesn't belong to me
He belongs to my nephew that is more busy with work now a days

He use to sleep on the end of his he sleeps on mine
When he first came home I had decided not to be involved
Now its like he is a part of my world...smiles
Kaila George Sep 2014
He was the apple of mine eyes
He taught me all about love
He was gentle in spirit
He was wise in his knowledge
He was patient
He was kind
He captured my heart

He use to write poetry
Just like me
He inspired me to be
A poet that speaks from the heart
Trust worthy
He was a very gentle soul
I just hope I can be
Exactly like him

A poet with meaning
In every single word
Something that has been on my mind of late hope he knows
just how much he meant to me. May he rest in peace.
Kaila George Jan 2015
And wonder
What is it like to cut?
Why would anyone
Want to cut them self’s
I can understand the pain
I can understand the anguish
Quite a few times I wanted to end my life
But why for the life of me I cannot understand
Why why…would you want to cut yourself

This is a requiring question that seems to be ongoing
Just baffles me why you would want to even cut yourself with a knife
Sigh…I look at my wrists in dismay…it would be horrible to be disfigured
I would regret for the rest of my life what I have done out of remorse
I just don’t understand…really I don’t…shot me if you must…what ever you want
Just please I ask you from one human being to another stop your cuttings
It just kills your living soul

I have memories that I would like to gouge out of my soul
But I have to live with them for the rest of my life
So don’t tell me I don’t know what I am talking about
It’s an ongoing battle and **** it I’m still here
I will always be a part of me, pain…misery…fear
But hell at least I ****** faced it, accepted it, it’s just there
Sad to say it’s a part of fucken life…sigh

**Sorry excuse my profanity just then
Just so passionate about being human
And wanting to live my life
Kaila George Jul 2015
Trying to make sense of what happened
when my sister died last year
kinda lost when she died

Been a whole year since her death
really has it been that long
feels like I've been in a bubble
Where I would not let anyone in

Breathing because I feel unworthy
why was she taken and not me
Living and not really seeing
why am I feeling so guilty
I have done nothing wrong

Other than being two years older
it should of been me
not her...she had a whole lot more to give

I miss her so.....

I dont know if I can move on
how can one do so after a sibling as passed on....
I mean parents your expected....right
but siblings....thats a whole new ball game.....
how can I can I breath

then I'm told in her memory
I must can you do so
if you just want to be with her too....
its time for me to let go......

Taking the first step feeling so alone
I know I am not the only one feeling this pain
but it feels like I am alone......

A tear trickles down my cheek as I remember...
I smile knowing it will take a while
but I am trying....
writing helps me to deal with the pain....

Its time to move you dearly sister
always in my heart....I love you so....bye...
Kaila George Sep 2014
My tears will stain Mother Earth
As the blood stain from our
Ancestors and forefathers
Bleed upon the ground

We fight for with our lives
As the shackles of shame are placed
Around our neck, wrists and ankles
As we mourn the loss of our land and
Our belief’s of who we are

We are told we are savage
Heathens to be saved
And yet we still wear....
The shackles of shame
You say we need to change...why?
So we can be your slaves
You say we need to believe in your God
Why just to lose who we are

We have been lead to believe
We need religion to be free
Yet we still wear these
Shackles of shame...

My tears fall into a pool of pain
As I cry for those who have...

Humiliation and

Just because of the colour of their skin
Just because of their beliefs and culture
Just because of whom they are
Aborigines’.....Indigenous and free

Kaila George
Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora and Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

I was very upset when I first read this....An article about was a very sad artical hence this poem.
Kaila George Sep 2016
The reality of the world
Stays blissfully
Outside my door

As it taps away
At the normality of life

The mundane voices
That whisper forget
Your fears as you
Face challenges
That are stewn
Along the forgotten path

You evade the dark pools
That appear from no where
In the shadows of you're mind

With tenacity you defy all odds
You smile knowingly to yourself
Take that you shadow from hell

You threw the gauntlet
And with each passing dream
The realitys that may be
Makes you all that you can be

The hero from your dreams
Kaila George Sep 2014
My life has been on hold
I was not feeling too great
My sister passing on
Kind of got to know

I mean a sibling passing on
That’s different right.....
Your parents you expect that
But your siblings it’s just another level
Of grief that pulls at your heart and soul

You start to think...whose next...
It scares you to death
Really it does...makes you wonder
What reason was I put here
Why must I endure all this pain?
And heartache.... Why...tell me why

I really don’t know....I’m just bleeding from my soul
I have deleted my old account from here starting afresh...I have all my poems on Poemhunter...have a good day or night
Kaila George Nov 2014
I woke to the sound of my son
snoring in the lounge
I had fallen asleep watching t.v
he had made himself comfortable
on the other coach
it was a joy to see him home
just for the night
then like all mothers do
I snuck closer to see how he was
he was fast grown up is my son
I lay my hand on his forehead...smiled as he slept
then proceeded to do what I do best
Slobbered him a motherly kiss...sigh
just like I use to when he was a kid
then attack....the cuddler attacks...GRINS
all I can hear is a muffled voice say...
Awww mum....he smiles...I love you mum
I smile back...I love you too son....can't stop smiling
it made my day to see him again....yes indeed
best start to any day....sigh
Kaila George Sep 2014
My blood of shame
Bleeds on the floor
As I try to restrain
My feelings in pain

My thoughts dark
Because all I see
Is death at my door?
I wish this on no one

I have walked a
Thousand miles
Just to find that I am
Only human

Take mine hand
Let me be free
Take my soul
And comfort me

All I ask is to be loved
Who will be that one?
To share with me
This will never be

I walk this path alone
Kaila George Sep 2014
I was told I was being mean
For writing what I do not understand
I understand more than you think
Hmmm If I have offended you in anyway
I do apologies
But yeah
I was beyond caring what anyone thought at one stage
How many times did I try to **** myself?
**** is one thing a person wants to forget
Don’t care how
You just want to get rid of all the memories
Then putting myself in stupid situations where I opened myself up to more....rapes
Getting drunk...waking up in strange rooms...gang goes on
Not knowing where I was or what happened
Then remembering everything
Forever being a victim
I got sick of it
I was doing it to myself simple because I wanted to forget won’t help you forget it’s just there
You have to live with it
I’m a 50 year old mother with an 18 year old boy
Because of what happened to me
I was protective of my boy
Even his father was *****
So its possible males can get ***** too
When I looked in to my boy’s eyes as he was growing up
They were innocent
As a victim you can see the signs
Thank God he didn’t have any signs of being *****
You don’t see that innocence in a victim’s eye
A lot of my poems are about ****
From the victims point of view
Yeah I am being mean
I suppose in way
But then if I am
It’s because many times in my life yes I have wanted to die
I have wanted to take my life
But I suppose I was too chicken too
I’d rather live and be alive
Even though I still remember every single detail of being
*****...humiliated....degradation…kicked around and beaten
So if that’s not knowing anything, then I don’t know what is
Once again I would like to apologies to you if I have offended you in anyway
It was not my intention
But I stand by what I say
You get past all of that...pain.... anger.... hatred
Feeling like no one cares
Or ever will
But you can never forget the horror of what did happened to you
It lives with you forever...
It becomes a part of your life..
Still get flash’s
That’s the worst part of all this
Remembering what happened.
And one more thing....
If I refer to anyone as a fool when in pain
Then I must be the biggest fool in the world

©Kaila George 2013
I had written a comment on another site about cutting, people seam to do that alot, I dont understand why, I never have.....just because I have had a bad life dose not mean I will...she wrote a poem about how much she wanted to cut...I don't and still to this day do not understand why...she verbally wrote a poem about it...I responded with this...can't remember the who's or whys....Just feel this needs to be said. It was written a while back...hope this helps others....just a touchy subject I guess...sorry in advance if I have offended anyone.
Kaila George Oct 2014
I write with my heart
My heart on my sleeve

I'm open and honest
At lest I try to be

I never question
If you're wrong

I never think
You're a mistake

To me you're just human
Just like me

I am who I say
I am whom I write

My life story is here
With each stanza I write

People they ask
Am I really for real

Yes I say with pride
Read the story of my life
Kaila George Sep 2014
A Shadow at the door (Additonal Stanza were added to this one)**

He stood there for so long
It was like an eternity went by

Just as he had appeared
He quickly vanished from sight

Leaving me to think
I was safe, every things alright

Then in slumber I fell
Sweet dreams of a child

When WHAM! ! !
There he was again my nightmare began

Blinking in the stale night
Breathing his stench

I screamed my loudest
I kicked with all my might

Sweaty hands clamped down
On my mouth
Terror was all that I could feel

An odor of beer that lingered in the air
Sweaty palms and body made me
Tremble in fear

The minutes ticked by I felt tainted
And dead and blacked out in horror
At this nightmarish dread

The flashback ended just there
As the tears started trickle down my cheeks
I had made my way to the window
And looked blankly at the darkness
That enveloped the world outside

Behind I could hear the soft snoring
Of my misbegotten night of degradation
From the night before
I was only 19 years old
I believed I was a ******
Ha what a joke

I had not found any blood
I was never a ****** as I use to believe
I was nothing but wasted space

All those nightmares I had
As a child those cold nights of terror
They were in fact real
They happened to me in real

I blink at the flicking light outside
As what’s his face stirs in his sleep
My anger was dim at first
But then it just grew
Blinding rage at the realization
Of my haunted dreams
Were in fact real and not just a bad dream

I looked up at the waning and paling moon
And made a promise there and then
I will hate all men
Forgive me for being that way
I now know not all men were like HIM

Tangled Weaves of Life

Oh the tangle weaves of life
Make us as human beings
So unworthy in our lives
To others who think
It’s just all a bad dream
We stand upon the edge
Of life’s calculated risks
Wondering can we be
What others can see
All they ever see
Is the shell that hides your soul?
They poke, **** and question
What kind of life you lead
You hide from them your soul
The journeys of life’s mystery
They think they know you best
But in reality all they see
Is a shell of a being?
That holds your soul to be
One that hides the ghost of pain
That is dormant in your heart
One that’s learnt to live and breathe
Behind a painted door
They often knock to see
If you are still here in reality
Little do they know?
Of your secret life of woe
Only once in while
You let them in your life
Then firmly close the door
That hides your secret life


Wasted upon the Ground of life

The streets of life are real
For those of us who learn
What it’s really like
To be wasted and alone
In the mire of mud
You watch as life goes by
You wonder who they are
Those that pass by
Your earthly remains
You try to gain control
Of the normality in life
Only to drown
In your burdens of old
The shadows of life
Pound upon your soul
You duck, you fight
What you think is right
Only to learn
It’s just an imaginary foe
And then you start to laugh
At the audacity of life
How dare they all ignore you?
Wasted upon the ground of life


What’s Left of her Soul

She sits upon the chair
And see’s the ties
That bound her still
She lets out a scream
Only to learn
That she cannot be heard
She looks around in fear
At the dark and ***** room
Only to see the hands
That rips away at her soul
She struggle’s she fights
The bonds that hold her still
She hears laughter and insults
As they tear away at her clothes
As she struggle’s in her seat
Then she learns to be void
Of feeling and voice
And watches them strip
Her humanity no more
She feels as if she’s a drift
As she floats above the carnage
And feels sorry for the child
That sits all alone
Not realizing that
It’s her body of old
Then sudden awareness
Wakes her to reality
And then tears trickle quietly
As she fights with dignity
At what’s left of her soul



A word we all regard
With decorum
But for me it was one
That I lived and grew with
As the passing years
Of recollection
Encumbered my soul

I hated all men
Thought they were dogs of the earth
I had never meet a decent man yet
No…not yet

If they could damage my soul
I could use this hate like a knife

The only men I ever have trusted in my life
Were my brothers and my father and now my son

Others were just objects to be held at length
To be hated for what they represented in my life

Even those that were decent I could not fathom them as human
All I saw was one face on ever man that ever wanted to be in my life

If I call you brother that’s the highest regards I can pay
If I call you my friend and you’re a man
Then that is something I rarely give out to any man

Just know that I no longer regard men with all that hate
If anything I have to forgive those that I have hurt

On this site…in a strange way…I have met decent men
This is why I am in awe of those of you that show respect

I am learning there are decent human beings in this world
If you attack me verbally I will reply with dignity
If you attack my family I will kick your ***

Smiles but violence is not the answer forgiveness is
Be strong it will eventually be ok in the end

Smiles simple as that
No questions asked

Kaila George

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
I submitted this collection on another site, J.A.M is a very good poet here, I find his work refreshing , but he challagned us to write  a raw poem, I had quite  a few by the time this challeged was placed, and these are those poems. I hope they help.
Kaila George Oct 2014
He stands alone
Waiting since eternity
To catch a glimmer
Of the one he waits for
Since the beginning of time
He meets many thinking
She is the one
Only to find
It's not to be
He sighs with each heart break
Shakes his raven head
In sorrow thinking
Will they ever meet?

She has searched
Looking since eternity
For the one soul mate
That seams to be
Just out of reach
She gives herself to the ones
She thinks is indeed
Are her soul mates
Only to learn
It's not to be
She crumbles and cries
Thinking to herself
Will they ever meet?

Like ships in the night
They pass each other by
Not knowing who they are
They keep searching in vain
Each cycle that passes
They are just out of reach

He longs to see
Her face and feel her soul
That only she can
Stir the love that flows
Deep in his heart
Deep in his soul

She longs to touch
His face with a kiss
With the love
That flows in the ebb of time
Deep in her heart
Deep in her soul

Then just by chance
They meet briefly in time
He knows her voice
He knows her smile

She intern knows his heart
She knows his song
They flow with love
That's been denied so long
They feel each other presences
As they each enter a room

Blinded by what they feel
They know not what to do
They are with in reach
But the reality of the world
Has made it impossible
For them to express
How they feel

They both reach out to touch
Finger tip to finger tip
The time of destiny
Ebbs and flows
They have found their souls
Complete and whole

He ask her one simple question
Her reply is simple
Since the beginning of time

She asks him one simple question
His reply is simple
Since the beginning of time

Finally they embrace
They are one
They are whole
Kaila George Sep 2016
I have this key
That I wear around my neck

It means the world to me
Because he gave it to me

Telling me with love
That it was the key to his heart

Attached to the key
Is a small shaped heart

It brings back memories
Memories of love

He passed away so long ago
But still I hold the key to his heart

I smile, I cry, I remember
And lovingly hold the chain

That’s attached to the key
That opens his heart
Kaila George Oct 2014
Mum why is there war?
Because men believe in what they say
So they fight for what is right

Mum why does the rain fall?
Because people believe
They are the tears of God
Each time a baby dies

Mum why does the sun shine?
Because it warms the earth
To make new life each and every day

Mum why is the sky blue?
Because they believe
God painted it that way

Mum why are there stars?
Because people believe
It's a birth of a newborn child

Mum will you and dad get back together
I look at him with sad eyes

Alas no my son...we have grown apart
Was never your fault we just grew apart

Mum why do you cry?
Because I am so happy
God gave you in my life

I love you mum
I love you son

You're the apple of my eye

© copy write Kaila George
As a child my boy always asked me questions these are but a few.
Kaila George Aug 2016
The dawn hides the shades
That breath the unknown
The rays of sunshine shimmer
And bring to light my wandering thoughts and dreams....Concepts bare fruit to ideas that can only be given straight from my heart yet what I see what I  share are the pages of knowledge passed on from one generation to the next....cherish what is grateful with what you have love with all that you are a wonderful human being
Kaila George Sep 2014
I once was asked
Is there peace
In this world

I wish I could say
Yes there is peace
In this life

But the war's
Are to many
People die
Every day

What can we do?
To stop death in its wake

Why must men
Take a human life

Why must men
Fight for their lives

In wars that are senseless
Ignoring the frailty of life

Teardrops are falling
At all the lost souls

Will humanity ever see?
This world
Live in Peace and Harmony

All I can do is cry
All I can do is pray

That we all live to see
Peace and Harmony in our lives.
Kaila George Oct 2014
And wonder

What is it like to cut?

Why would anyone
Want to cut them self’s
I can understand the pain
I can understand the anguish
Quite a few times I wanted to end my life
But why for the life of me I cannot understand
Why why….would you want to cut yourself

This is a requiring question that seems to be ongoing
Just baffles me why you would want to even cut yourself with a knife
Sigh…I look at my wrists in dismay…it would be horrible to be disfigured
I would regret for the rest of my life what I have done out of remorse
I just don’t understand…really I don’t…shot me if you must…what ever you want

Just please I ask you from one human being to another stop your cuttings
It just kills your living soul
I have memories that I would like to gouge out of my soul
But I have to live with them for the rest of my life
So don’t tell me I don’t know what I am talking about
It’s an ongoing battle and **** it I’m still here

I will always be a part of me, pain….misery…fear
But hell at least I ****** faced it, accepted it, it’s just there
Sad to say it’s a part of fucken life…sigh

Sorry excuse my profanity just then
Just so passionate about being human
And wanting to live my life
This is what caused the debate of why people cut their wrists...people were upset about this hope it does not offend others.
Kaila George Sep 2016
Lost in thought
I wonder around
Thinking to myself
Will they notice if I die

I wave at friends with vacant looks
Then as if in after thought
They smile and wave
Confused as they walk away
Thinking.....Who was that?

My mind roams along
The path of time
When did I become
Just another face in the crowd

You have those days
Were you think
No one can see you
But their so busy
With there own lifes
They often forget
You were once
Part of their world

Which brings me back
To my thoughts
Yes absence dose
Make those in the know
Of how they have missed you so...
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