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Kayleigh Redwine May 2010
They couldn't believe their eyes as the world
they once knew crumbled to the ground.
The sound of a million hearts dropping
became deafening and filled the air around.

The life they had become so well accustomed to
disintegrated into rubble before their very feet.
They all stood screaming to themselves
as the ash and dust rained down in sheets.

They looked up to the sky and held out their arms
while buildings turned in like collapsing shelves.
And suddenly they all began to turn and wander
when they realized they had created this themselves.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 16th, 2010
Kayleigh Redwine May 2010
He turns his cheek against the sun,
washing his palms of the birth he stole.
Not a care for the womb undone,
entombing her in her homely hole.

He smooths his hair and rubs his eyes,
shoveling the house to his new debris.
For today alone he is satisfied,
tomorrow shall feed his heart's disease.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 11th, 2010
Kayleigh Redwine May 2010
I can still recall, as bright as dawn,
those cryptic lines and your cobalt eyes.

Just so natural, you seemed.
He was just as caged as free.
Just like the shoreline, you are.
He is lying there in scattered parts.

I'll be the one to stir your bones,
the one to build our broken home.

Just so natural, you seemed.
This fate is purely for me.
Just like the shoreline, you are.
I'm forever living in your heart.

I'll be the one to stir your bones,
the one to build our broken home.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 10th, 2010
Kayleigh Redwine May 2010
There are days when I can feel you,
I can feel your mind working around me.

There are days when I read
your writings, so elegant and seducing.

There are days when I can't help but wonder,
'Are all these words meant for me?'

Then there are those days when I am certain
that to you, I am just a memory.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 9th, 2010
Kayleigh Redwine May 2010
I've seen nothing but suffering.
I've tasted nothing but sin.

I am the bearer of burdens,
the keeper of your secrets.

These things you've kept inside,
those things that creep up,
perched upon the edge of your mind,
they haunt me.

You spend your whole life pushing them back,
repressed to the confines of your 'conscience'.
You reveal them to me,
these secrets within you,
never dormant,
with one touch.

These secrets become mine,
the actions,
the colors,
the sounds,
the thoughts.

Your sins are mine.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 9th, 2010

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