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 Oct 2015 Kyle Fisher
KILLME
He sat down and wrote
Complaining of his exclusion
And the life of extreme seclusion.
You must be surprised if you suffer
A danger that I cannot name.
I am the chief of terrors so unmanning.
Lighten this destiny.
Respect my silence.
The Dark Influence smiled
With the promise of peace of mind.
His life, so great.
A change of words must lie
For some deeper ground
words from Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
 Oct 2015 Kyle Fisher
V
Am I?
 Oct 2015 Kyle Fisher
V
Every time I looked at his eyes
feels like my heart wants to explode,
he's all that I've being waiting for,
but am I his?

Every time that I see him around
I only want to talk with him
but it seems that every time he's around
I become the shyest person alive.

I've known all his crushes
and they don't look like me
am I his type?
but certainly I am not,
that's what my brain tolds me.

I've being in love
with only one guy
before I knew him but
with him it's all different.

Am I in love?
could that be possible?
Am I having a crush on him?
without knowing him at all?

Am I?
This is my first poem ever that I've wrote, that's what I am feeling at the moment, truly. Forget me if I've any grammar mistake or anything.
So young so nieve
Doesn't know what the world means
He says what she wants to hear
She believes him and lives with out fear
He's tricking her. He's using her.
He tells her tall tales
And she stays and listens instead of making bail
Everyone sees what he's doing to her
Trying to convince her to leave before we lose her
He's manipulative and cruel
She follows his commands like its a rule
He won't leave. He won't stop.
Bringing up things that he knows he should drop
He's in her like a drug, a very addictive one at that
Planting in her brain. When we're just trying to get her back
Sis please break away from him. He's not good for you.
sometimes it's just a blur and everything is numb
and i can't feel anything because nothing feels right
and it's scary not knowing because i hate not knowing
and i'm scared you're gonna leave
and i'm afriad of not being strong enough
and i hate that you're in pain so much because pain is stupid
and why do people have to suffer
like why is depression a thing
it's just all too much and we're too young to suffer from so much
and it ***** because it's just so **** hard
but we fight like hell anyway
because it's the only way to survive in this ****** up world
and maybe we're all just fragments
trying to put ourselves together into complete sentences
that make even the slightest bit of sense
Sometimes I wonder what freedom feels like.
What fresh air feels like in my lungs.
What a "good day" truly feels like.

But then sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have fears.*
To not be cripppled by anxiety over the thought of being around people.
To not have thoughts running marathons in my head.

And then sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the pain of depression.
What it feels like to be okay.
**What normal feels like.
“Do you ever feel like…
um
like in a moment you see where you were a year ago
and you wonder how you got to where you are
and you trace it back, reading through a journal or something
and you can’t remember so much
it all happened so fast
and you wonder if you’ll ever get back the time you lost
I barely ever look back
but when I do
it feels like looking down the other end of a tunnel, where it’s so bright now that it’s hard to see the light that I started out in at the other end.”
 Oct 2015 Kyle Fisher
Aniseed
Let me dream
In a bed of ground ivy
And not be afraid of
The bugs scurrying
Through the earth.

Let me speak
In effervescence
So that I may believe
In the truths I tell
Myself.

And let these truths
Be sweet and firm
In their nature
Rather than weigh
Me down and wrap
Me in barbed wire.

Let my spirit be free
Of past transgressions.
Uproot my feet
So I may follow
The wind.
Let me find my strength again.
I consume enough coffee
to **** a horse
in about a week.

I hunch over
more than L
from Death Note.

I sleep
but it feels like
I don't.

As today,
I can tell you the layout
of Spyro
as if it were the back
of my hand.

I currently live by
homemade trail mix,
leg lifts and walking on a treadmill.

There is a crazy
11 year old boy
yelling in my ear
with nice hair.

My boyfriend's mind
is wrapped within
artificial life
his head might as well
reside inside a
fish tank.

With one week gone,
my face drooping
as the light from
the television
glistens off my iris.

I see static
on a screen,
I feel it
in my hair
and I realize I've been
sitting here for 20 minutes.

I don't know where this is going.
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