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 Oct 2014 kate mckay
Poetic T
The devils daughter she was
Birthed from sin
Opposites attracted
One night of
Sadistic
Heavenly
Pleasure
Burnt from her mothers womb
Cries that  awoke
Heaven
&
Hell
She was a beauty unparalleled
Her eyes a contrast
Sclera's were as black as death
But pupil's & iris as
White as silk
She was no ones fool
Knowledge
Satanic
Heavenly
Imbued with in her thoughts
Knowledge was her power
"Angel Winged"
"Devils Horns"
She bathed in holy water
She liked the feel of it upon her skin
"Burning with pleasure"
"Her horns burn bright"
She is akin to both the feelings of
Pain,
&
Pleasure,
For she was of
Heaven
&
Hell
Though both sent lower minions
For the sacrilege birthed
An abomination of beauty and sin
But she was her own person
Not bowing to either above or below,
She was of two worlds,
While living in plain sight,
That girl with black fire in her eyes she is the
Angels  Devil of Purity & *Sin.
 Oct 2014 kate mckay
R
Fire
 Oct 2014 kate mckay
R
I see fire burning where I know I can put her out with one touch.
Writing prompt L<3
 Oct 2014 kate mckay
Olivia
Untitled
 Oct 2014 kate mckay
Olivia
Oh god
I miss you
so much.
 Oct 2014 kate mckay
Izzy
Teenagers
 Oct 2014 kate mckay
Izzy
To you we are...
rebels
drunks
self centered *******
lazy
dumb
destructive
trouble makers
criminals
and irresponsible

But really we're...
heart broken
the misfits
young and in love
the dreamers
looking for our place
and most of all misunderstood
accept us
After all we're just
Teenagers.
 Oct 2014 kate mckay
Bunhead17
Men ain't **** if they ain't faithful and taken care of their responsibilitys (meaning they kids)
I don't got respect for those men tht do the opposite of the above^
I think I'm suicidal,
Long sleeves to hide it all,
Empty promises shout out their calls,
Whilst walking down silent halls.

Sharp knifes kept in my room,
Lies carved on my tomb,
Blood splattered roses in full bloom,
Whilst darker shadows loom.

Guns kept in my bag,
They think I'm starting to brag,
Healed cuts start to snag,
They call me rude names like '***'.

They won't leave me alone,
I'm walking towards the danger zone,
Newly bruised skin on shattered bones,
Their voices mock me like repetive drones.

They don't give me time to think this through,
I can't stay any longer I'm turning blue,
I start when the clock strikes two,
This is the last of me its true.


As the clock strikes,
I jump...
And I keep falling...
No more name calling...
I'm free...
So I guess I was suicidal after all...
This is for a friend of mine who used to be suicidal because of bullying throughout her life because she was ginger.
Gun to my head,
Knife to my skin,
Mind filled with dread,
Wearing an insane grin.

BANG!

My life no more,
Gone for good,
I'm lying on the floor,
I was only MiSuNdErStOoD...

*'I was only different'
We're all misunderstood and different
Yet, that's what makes us unique!
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