earth
married to the moon
the soul
coupled to the stars
night bonded to the sky
truth
say it all
but
undenied

There was a story

A life that I know

The legions of brainy

Flocked down below



They were gifted

Yet they were cursed

A mind that was heavily talented

But wrongfully nursed



Yes, they have straight A's at school

And seems to be tracking the right way

But a machine with a missing tool

At most, they are looking for a needle in a stack of hay



The action of nature

Easily creates them a scar

A sensitive player

Of every life's war



They were great at concealing

Their collection of pain

You can't even see them crying

Even in front of the rain



If you only knew

What's the color of their mind

Closer to insanity blue

Playing with rope, knife and gun all the time



Simply alive because they flow with the wind

I hope this simple note will let the world know

Hugged every gifted child, truly embraces their brain

Thus the legions of brainy won't flocked down below



6-29-2016

Mysterious_aries

P - opping
O - utstanding
P - erfect
C - overed with butter
O - pen your mouth:-)
R - eally good
N - ever too much

-Kaitlyn A. Warnken

'I try hard to block myself from sadness but it breaks free and gets to me.
The Bad things are shot at me like bullets and
With Me being the target, the hits make me sink so deep.
Sometimes as to were i don't think i could live to see another day.
While the world keeps revolving, i wish to keep myself from evolving this way.
So No matter what or how hard you say it, we both know things are never going to be okay.'

When I was seventeen
After you kissed me you
Asked if I wanted something to eat
I said later
And you frowned
Because only true rejection
Could make you die inside

When i was eighteen
After you kissed me you
Asked me if I wanted something to drink
I said not now
And you left
Slamming the door and
Collapsing in defeat

When i was nineteen
After you kissed me you
Didn’t even offer me anything
Because you knew
Even without me saying
You knew that i would decline
And you left after saying goodnight

When i was twenty
After you kissed me you
Told me you were sorry and
Said this was the best for us.
This time i slammed the door and collapsed in
Tears and now it was my turn
To be rejected

My blood,
Is like honey on bones.
It drips down my wrist,
like ice cream from a cone.

no.