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487 · Jul 2016
3 hours before Dallas
Kiara McNeil Jul 2016
I feel like I'm drowning in blood,
Blood that is not my own, but is all too familiar.
The bodies, the faces, the experiences, and the blood is all too familiar, and all too painful to fully absorb.
What starts off as a puddle soon becomes an ocean that will either swallow me whole
Or deliver me to deaths door.
I feel like we are moving towards an inevitable, Devastating, ****** end,
Where blood floods the street.
But by then whose blood will it be?
Those of my circle or theirs
I wrote this three hours before the incident in Dallas happened which caused many to lose their lives.
470 · Jul 2011
Hidden.
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
Don’t hide behind gender.

Don’t hide behind race.

Bring your truth to the front.

And your problems you’ll face.

Don’t hide behind your sexuality.

Don’t hide behind lies.

Speak with you heart

and talk with your eyes.

I can see the pain

its evident in your glow.

But if not spoken

how will we ever know?

We a mouth to speak

and a tongue to make sense.

A brain to spark thoughts.

Yet we won’t talk about it?

Let your words be your army.

Charging through past the enemy lines.

Let me know how you feel.

Don’t hide behind lines.

So stand up tall for me, daddy.

Let me know how you feel.

You’re always there for me.

Now show me that you’re real.
468 · Jul 2011
The Prize
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
I sit and look in his eyes.
Its time to claim my prize.
And to my surprise,
Its right between his thighs.
I guess its explicit...
457 · Sep 2011
nox.
Kiara McNeil Sep 2011
empty waters.
filled lies.
we lie in graves.
428 · Oct 2011
you are
Kiara McNeil Oct 2011
Words cannot describe what you mean to me.
But I can try.
You are the puff of hopeful wind in the summer heat.

You are the friction between the ****** position.
You are the love in all of the fall kisses.
You are the hope that our generation dismisses.

What are you to me?
You are more than the air I breathe.
You are the life in every cell that makes up my being

You are the fire that gives rebirth.
You are the spring rain, feeding the earth.
You are what I want, no, what I need.

You are a memory.
You are a roaming thought.
You are the whisper in the wind of yesterday.

You are love.
425 · Jul 2011
The end of the beginning
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
For when we die.

It will be the most beautiful thing we ever saw.

The sun sets and

the clouds droop into black puddles

and the world we once knew cease to exist.

We no longer have control,

we forfeit it when we take those fatal steps towards the light

that only leads us into neverending darkness.

We can’t move, nothing is there.

And we have to go through it alone.

For death only accompanies you and not your partner

its a walk we all must take alone.

When our message is explored

Our song delivered to the earth

and this world

we return to fill another

young or old.

We are only messengers.

And carrying out our message is true beauty.

Knowing that we made a definite impact, is the greatest idea

and after thought.

We only embark on this journey

to better the earth

or hender a heinous act from being committed.

No matter the road chosen

or the fork in the street that we travel.

We all come back

and are forced to repeat the cycle.

For what?

That may be what you are thinking.

That’s for you and your diety to decide.
402 · Jul 2011
where to go
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
there's not enough space for both of us.
inside my head.
362 · Apr 2012
contact.
Kiara McNeil Apr 2012
I don’t touch
because soon touching won’t be enough.
I won’t ****,
because ******* isn’t love.
I won’t love,
because it’s not true.
It’s not true,
because he could never be you.
362 · Jul 2011
Oh, I see.
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
What is it that I see?

Its you.

Is it you?

Is it the you that used me?

Or the you that loved me?

The you that held me close?

Or they you that ****** me, metaphorically.

Is it the you that lied?

Or the you that held me when I cried?

Is it the you that holds on?

Or is it the you that’s long gone?

I don’t know what I miss most.

You or your ghost.
318 · Jul 2011
Untitled #1
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
I can only imagine.
What has stalled his passion.
Was it distrust or misplaced lust
that sent his love crashing.

I can only see
What his eyes will reveal to me.
A flicker of hope and anguish bottled,
Maybe things can never be.

What I know.
Is that through time he will grow.
His heart will beat big and strong for me.
But what time? We’ll never know.

I’ll wait until the last clock strikes midnight.
I’ll out walk the farthest city lights.
Can’t promise everything will be right
But I can promise in the darkness, our love will light.

I left me.
So I can become we.
Let us be.
Let our love flow free.
291 · Jul 2011
Untitled #2
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
my heart leads me to the darkest allies.
it walks me down through the caves of hell.
i fight the battle fields to reach the other side.
of your love and your mind.

fight for me or with me.
my heart beat can only last so long.
you might miss me.

— The End —