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 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Kate
sitting outside even though its 98
drinking *****, crunching ice
and sweating

all these people were my best friends
a few still are
but mostly...we are all so distant
every hang out is a catch up
we all still hold on
try to keep it the same
but we can never go back to those golden years
this group
we will never go back
to the camps and summer days
and driving 7 hours together with
nothing to worry about but sunscreen
how each one of ya'll were my second family
I knew your flaws and traits as well as my own
(I love all the people I've come along a long the way)
but I would give most everything
to fix what the years
have done to us
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
marina
braving the thunder was
nothing
compared to braving the
lightning beneath your
fingertips.
because i made a friend at camp. that i really like.  a lot.
and we sat just outside the dining hall together trying to escape the rain and i almost fell asleep beside him and he just sat there and rubbed circles on my back and stroked my hair and it was the cutest thing ever fjdkalfsda.  he's just the greatest; i don't even care what we end up being, as long as i have him in my life.  i suffer from severe anxiety and abandonment issues and i was scared at first to let myself *actually* care about somebody new but i honestly have never been so comfortable around somebody so fast in my life.  he's really something
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Meka Boyle
Mother dearest jumped the gun,
Thought she found the chosen one
In the reflection of an eager bride
Who looked too deep and died inside.
Bang bang,
Mary shot her down
And plucked the thorns from off her crown,
Aphrodite got too close
And lost her face beneath the smoke.
Time has never looked so sultry
As when she falls from noon with a nosebleed.
Mother Nature lost her mind
Trying to pacify humankind.
Ashes ashes, there's nothing real
When all that is, lives to be concealed.
So bury me beneath the ground,
Next to those who also drowned
In something of a sordid tune,
The funeral can never come too soon.
Helen brought her face of gold
Plastered in cement, frozen cold-
For, who we are isn't what it seems
And nightmares are but twisted dreams.
Wake me up so I can feel
The bitter pang of all that's real.
Momma has gone and leaped again
Deep into the lions den,
Down and down her figure drops
Until all at once, everything stops,
Torment has yet to look as docile
As when it rests upon her heavy smile.
So prepare my casket and let it sink
While I loosely cascade off the brink.
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
LDuler
Lovely
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
LDuler
People over romanticize things like
Sylvia Plath's
suicide in the oven
or stars
or love.
Stars are just big
flaming messes
that burn and care
for nothing else.
and so is love.
inhale.

cloudy brain
lifted thoughts
not quite out of the gray
but fingertips brushing white
treading water
in a safe distance from the ground
the wind
beneath my inhaled wings
slowly drifting
among the clouds in my
brain.

exhale.
"hey dad,
I know you'll probably never see this...
because I never showed you...
not like you asked...
but this is what I do...
You have told me things I don't really remember but you have shown me somethings..
that I never want to do..
and for that I say
Thank you "
Celebrating father's day early
With Billy in his black lab tee
And Abby passing cards
Under the table to me
We close down the restaurant
The sky falls in sheets as we're leaving
And wet hair chases me
Into the wine shop down the street
Where I decide to be polite
Not just dry
And I buy a corkscrew
Now I can drink the wine
My ex boyfriend made me
Now I can get tipsy and
Finish the book my current man gave me
It took 8 years
2 deaths
And too many well-timed broken hearts
To bring us together
Collaterally
It's almost too much
And on my drive home
From dinner
A dive that's now our
Family favorite
With a menu I met
Chasing a boy before I came to my senses
And my stars aligned like white picket fences
To make May and my new man
Taste like heaven
A car swerves in front of me
The license plate reads
SRNDPD
The ***** cut me off again
In the movie of my life my dad will be played by John Cusack, who just so happens to be the lead in the movie "Serendipity." In case you were wondering.
Sometimes she whispers,
A soft spoken word that soothes the skin,
A melody that cools third-degree burns,
A tear that drowns a sea of sorrow.
Her melodrama is contagious, infectious, and mesmerizing.

She sits at the red diner, twiddling her thumbs,
And you notice her downtrodden eyes.

You grab a sharpie and write on her hand,
"Loneliness is not a function of solitude,
And you'll never have to be alone."
She smiles as she interlocks her arm with yours.
And the result is pure ecstasy.
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