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Nov 2018 · 443
drained.
kiana Nov 2018
with the use
of my blood
I blindly grew
every single rose
I gave to you
what I thought was true love...
Oct 2018 · 821
11pm.
kiana Oct 2018
the feeling
of 11pm
on my skin
while lavender
encases me
is the dream
I stay awake for
before actually
going to sleep
the love of a night owl.
Jul 2018 · 233
empty.
kiana Jul 2018
to bleed numbly
into the abyss
of thoughtful
and thoughtless fears
I am full
of emptiness
if I had to describe it.
Jul 2018 · 714
breathe & beat.
kiana Jul 2018
you used to take my breath away
steal it out of my lungs
and make it into a braid
to wrap it around my blood
you I said needed it
as we both took flight
down your neighbourhood street
rain falling into my smile
I thought we were infinite
sharing a one of a kind love
we'd share with our kids
you were my vital drug
now, you still take my breath away
but you're taking too much
it hurts so much to stay
but the pain isn't enough
you breathed my last bit of air
and broke my breaking heart too
you just don't think it's fair
that I no longer breathe and beat for you
breathe & beat for yourself.
Jul 2018 · 585
vanilla & lavender.
kiana Jul 2018
we bask in the moonlight
the stars dancing like fireflies
our cheeks lightly glazed
with the tender kiss of light rain
vanilla and lavender
flow through our senses
making me wonder
how I lived so lifeless
you turn to me
the grass singing melodically
'what is that beautiful scent?'
I take your hand, our fingers bent
and place them to my fragile chest
you feel the warmth of my blood
delicately flooding your touch
I say 'it's my heart'
your eyes widen, lips apart
I shift my weight, to lean over
and say this barely above a whisper
'my heart decided that a feeling so full'
'should also smell so divinely good'
late tuesday night thoughts.
Jul 2018 · 577
a love.
kiana Jul 2018
may I find a soul
as sweet as honey
whom I can call
the embodiment of poetry
where their kiss
taste like midnight drives
in the warmest of nights
where their touch
feels like eternal hugs
like fire and wood in love
someone who understands
how simply complex I am
as some days, I am night
and some nights, I am day
may I find a love
gentle and rough
where I'll never have to question
if I am enough
I hope I'll find it.
Jul 2018 · 801
the tree and her leaf.
kiana Jul 2018
the tree harbours her little leaves
grinning as they mingle
and dance about in the warm breeze
one little leaf shook more than usual
catching the tree's attention
the tree turns her branch
as the green leaf adjusts positions
the tree asks 'what is it, my child?'
'what is making you shiver?'
the little leaf shrugs, but replies
'I'm tired of swaying in one spot, sacred mother'
the tree is taken aback; syrup gone cold
'what's wrong with swaying here?'
the leaf sighs, ready to fold
'I'll never see the world, and that is what I fear'
the tree slouched, nodding her head
'I birthed you to love, not to fear'
the leaf felt a tug, her stem coming loose
'explore the world. happy flight, my dear'
the leaf smiled at the news
feeling the wind in her petal
she waved goodbye to her mother tree
as she took flight
in the heat of the night
a little spark of happiness in my moment of darkness.
Jul 2018 · 469
midnight confession.
kiana Jul 2018
I make my mind run infinite laps
before stepping one foot inside
the more tired it gets
the easier it is to live
thoughts don't get fed
and my eyes dry out
so no tear can come visit
staying alive has become the goal
because emotion has failed me
passions have deserted me cold and naked
against my trembling bones
holding on for dear life
****** hands gripping thin veins
legs dangling in the smog
in my heaving lungs
moments of anguish cage me
binding my feathers around my neck
until I breathe nothing but bricks
may sleep; my temporary escape
bring me solace in my chaos
and morning be gentle on me
as my dark feelings awaken
at the same time I do
Jul 2018 · 357
this feeling.
kiana Jul 2018
every second feels like an hour
and every hour feels like a minute
every life I live is temporary
but temporary feels infinite
Jul 2018 · 793
this island.
kiana Jul 2018
fatigue seems
like a dream
to me now
I aspire to be
just exhausted
as this feeling
feels like death
over and over
and over again
it came as fast
as how slow it's leaving
moving one inch forward
and miles backwards
and I don't even know
if I'll ever be free
no one will understand
I'm alone on this island
an island surrounded by thoughts
I might as well drown in
Jul 2018 · 506
picket fence.
kiana Jul 2018
my picket fence
is ablaze
the white paint
begins to flake
as the fire
of my thoughts
uses its flame
to burn me down
plank by plank
theres nothing left
nothing left to hide
there's the burnt house
that I am
doomed from a previous fire
I could not contain
Jul 2018 · 929
at sunrise.
kiana Jul 2018
I assist you
on this brimming morning
to welcome
this new day
the gift
you keep on
giving
Mother Earth
I am awake
with fallen stars
as wide eyes
and awakening
my soul's soul
for you

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