Kayotic Tragedy

Kayotic Tragedy Mar 2017

I have pent up emotions, as we all do
But I am unsure how to convey them

Self mutilation, leaves room to be mocked by those who don't understand. And leaves permanent marks that will leave shadows in your times of happiness in the future.

Self humiliation, merely makes you look like a town's fool. Nothing but a lower member of society in the eyes of those around you.

Self criticism, only opens your eyes to the details that you find to be flaws. You will become blind to your good traits....

Self destruction, the path that will lead you to suffering beyond compare, and you'll forever regret it.

So if I cannot handle these emotions in such ways, shall I bottle them up and allow them fester?
Or find an escape, an outlet, to express them.
Whether it be through poetry, or drawings.
I will find a way to portray all that's inside
Without being locked up
Or being forced to hide.

Kayotic Tragedy Mar 2017

Changing Colors

No one knows what I hide
Behind my crystal eyes
A pool that constantly changes

One second you glance its a brilliant green
The next moment you cast a gaze upon me
It casts a solemn grey shadow.
But not only does it lose its color
It brings back to the surface a soft blue.

My eyes change like the seasons
Controlled by a source of emotions

Grey, lost and all alone in my mind
Blue, saddened and hurt
Hazel, recovery, its a sign that I am fine
Green, pure and utter happiness. A color you may only see for a few mere minutes if you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of my eyes on a good day.

Kayotic Tragedy Feb 2017

The Unrequited Love

*******.

Kayotic Tragedy Feb 2017

Tomorrow?

Why do I....
Want to die....?

Kayotic Tragedy Feb 2017

Kay

I am but a doll
Who is perfect and pretty until I fall
But once I fall, I will not crack
But I will shatter, there's no going back
To my pretty porcelain past where I once felt free
But after I broke, I don't know what happened to me...
My mind twisted, flower petals fell
The truth became hidden, lies were all I could tell.
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see.
Tell me if you can envision what I was meant to be.

Kayotic Tragedy Feb 2017

People

People are like roses.
We bloom in our own gardens
We each have our beautiful petals and our harsh thorns.
But we are also greedy and destroy one another.
Thinking love gives us a right to cut away each others stems.
But once a rose's stem is cut, it is only a matter of time.
Before we begin to lose our beautiful petals and we soon start to whither away.
Losing all qualities one once found admirable and killing the love in which was once there.

Kayotic Tragedy Feb 2017

Transition

Twisted is the heart that carries the burden of darkness. Unsure how to see the light for no one had ever thought to bring upon this darkness, a lantern to brighten its path. But once this heart is revealed to the light, many will notice it does not merely heal. The plague still exists. And to make matters worse, the light begins to burn and singe the poor beating ***** that provides life to one's soul. The more the world changes for this dark heart, the more it has come to show that changing someone or something for the better, removing it from the world it has always known, may not be the wisest path.