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308 · Mar 20
Growth
Keayra Mar 20
Tiny feet and finger prints
Tears fill the room,
A baby girl,
Born this night,
Until a sudden bloom.
Reality is shaken up,
Sudden fears spread,
Smoke surrounds,
Feeling drowned
Tis a day of dread.
Gentle feet present themselves,
Tears flowing proud,
Your baby girl,
All grown up,
I'm on my own now.
graduating soon.
228 · Mar 11
Hypoglycaemic.
Keayra Mar 11
Chill impedes my spine,
Mist clouds my mind,
Voices scream and cry,
“Why can't I just die?”
Hypo through my bones,
Obscurity bestows,
For this excuse
Is mine adieu.
Done with all, until…
A flash
Concise and clean.
Heaves me back
“Don’t leave them.”
My soul ousts a squeak
A silence stills,
“Escape the black”
For there’s always light
In the world of lack.
214 · Mar 11
Floral
Keayra Mar 11
I like books and music,
Vanilla in my coffee.
You like sports and films,
I’ve learned to love.
Changing me to one,
Issues bleed through.  
You were everything.
Coming home,
a vile stench.
Foreign aroma,
Floral petals fall.
Sneaking home,
Dawn creeps.
Dusk shines,
You stop.
A figure stalks,
Near closed eyes.
Night after night,
Recollection.
You were once,
The one I loved.
Desolate, early bird,
"What went wrong?"
145 · Mar 31
Sun.
Keayra Mar 31
Precipitation
Is rarely cold and lonely
When your rays shine through.
109 · Mar 13
Happy Ending.
Keayra Mar 13
Engaged one evening,
The star blinds me.
Tiny pops in the sky,
My head pounds with each
Boom.
Goes the night he proposed,
Ice coats my feet.
What should I do?
Where should I go?
He's scaring me...
Boom. Boom.
Go the church bells.
Facing the doors
I move, but the hands
They push and pull.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Sound the ball and chain.
Sat at my desk,
Let feelings flee.
Pen to paper.
Ring to ground.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The last sound,
of falling feet
and pounding hearts.
At last, liberating,
My 'happy ending'.
late night writes.
80 · Mar 27
little sister.
Keayra Mar 27
To whom I call
little sister,
venturing the yard
with noses red
and ***** feet.
I watch you grow
Up and up.  
High school comes
Our childhood goes
As we alight
a yellow wheeled-box
I watch a distance grow.
With each step you take,
Our memories flash by
A familiar smile
Confuses my mind.
To whom does this belong?
Not who stands before me,
Though I wish it had.
I miss our songs,
our laughs and our cries.
I miss our bond,
which was broken by man.
Oh how it hurts,
to mourn
the living.
I hope to meet her again. Some day.
55 · Mar 12
fifteen.
Keayra Mar 12
At fifteen,
Home isn't home.
Crushing myself,
To be someone else.
It worked, so to say,
I've made it okay.
For life without you,
Is nothing,
At fifteen.
leaving home at 15 is difficult.
50 · Apr 7
4 p.m
Keayra Apr 7
4 is a
forbidden number
in some countries,
but not mine.
which means
only I forbid
four.
4 p.m
is the end of
my day,
though I do not
condone its intentions.
to make me
unutterably miserable
altering my
mind.
feeding my darkest
thoughts.
blooming anxious
little beings
who wander cautiously
throughout.
laying in bed
unable to decide
what is next
until it is
too late.
for
only I see
midnight
at 4 p.m.

— The End —