I feel like life is over,
Can’t stand the pain,
Come on an get it over,
This living's insane,
Popped into the fire,
Now I’m playing the game,
Unfulfilled desires,
Will it ever change?

I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!

Take it! Take it…take it all, all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
Take it all, all, all, all, take it all, all, all, all,
TAKE IT…TAKE IT…all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
TAKE IT, all, all, all,
TAKE IT all, all, all, all…

Can he see me?
Can he hear me?
My mind’s a blank,
Time is slowing down...
The pain is all gone,
Push it, load it up,
It’s nearing dawn,
Come on an get it up,
Yeah it’s nearing dawn!

I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!

Take it! Take it…take it all, all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
Take it all, all, all, all, take it all, all, all, all,
TAKE IT…TAKE IT…all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
TAKE IT, all, all, all,
TAKE IT all, all, all, all…

spoken word

*I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!

Thinking at the speed of light must be like –
Touching a popsicle under typhoid’s fever.
Could it be the scent of sorrow for someone else?
An error buried but burrowed? Borrowed?
I’d imagine, “it,” a bird at my sill
And resulting boot through the air;
Broken before(s), bludgeoned becomes,
So cracks the smile, so cracks the mirror,
So breaks and so becomes,
The speed of light.

we were like dying leaves in autumn
we even fell with beauty and grace
to our deaths, only to be stepped on
and have every dry vein in us, crack!
until we become dust, that the living
world breathes in, to feed off our death
and to feel alive

-Kaya

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is June’s poem. Enjoy!


A crack runs through the windshield.

This is how life goes.

Perhaps, a metaphor for something bigger.



We move down the road;

Drinking in the scenery like quiet passengers.

Our view is obstructed though.



A crack runs through the windshield.

A tear cuts across me too.

Perhaps, neither shall be repaired.



Travel provides life lessons.

These vistas seen at 70 MPH matter.

Who is sitting next to you matters more.



A crack runs through the windshield.

No break found in the rearview;

Future and past boldly symbolic.



I grab his hand.

In the safety of this car, there is no one to judge.

Our love is left alone.



A crack runs through the windshield.

I don’t belong to this fate.

This wasn’t meant to be my life.



The highway won’t claim me.

It will set me free.

Unbound, hovering over yellow stripes.



A crack runs through the windshield.

We are defined by the optical illusion.

Things could be worse.



We are finally free.

He will forever be mine.

Cracks can be repaired.

You knew that,
I was made out of glass
but, I was not afraid of being hurt
for I was already a shattered piece
hidden in the millions,
that will never be found and,
will never crack anymore*

- Kaya

When you cracked
The sky cracked, too.

And all the feelings
I had tried so hard to
Get past
Fell through the shattered atmosphere.

And in the chapel
Bathed in fragile glass light
The coffee was well-disguised
But bitter, like you.

And the hard bench and off
White wall
Reminded me well of
A home no longer mine
Reminded me well
We all have demons.

When you cracked
The sky cracked, too.

Cold hearted,
Iced blood,
These feelings of pain, come in like a flood.

Blue veins,
****** lips,
Take some more pills, go for a kip.

Visable rib cage,
Hunched back,
Skin and bones,
Smoke some crack.

Black eyes,
Bruised lies,
Smoking in chains to pass the time.

Winter comes,
Cold and ******,
I sit here alone,
Waiting for you to come home.


Christmas arrives,
I wonder why,
You had to leave,
And no longer breathe.

So, I'll stay in bed all day,
Put the gifts away,
And remember the day,
That you said you'd stay.

Alex is the best, even when she wants to die.
The whole world sits and waits, 'until she doesn't want to die.
We're both only sixteen, skipping class to smoke ****.
In her brother's house, we saw it on TV, we left immediately.

And the light comes through the window and shines,
Off the stem of her brother's crackpipe.

Alex is my friend, we meet up after school
Her brother knows a guy, who can sell me lots of pills
Lying on her back, she says she wants to die
Then she buys a gram of coke, and she doesn’t want to die.

Summer storm makes for a blackened sky
I wonder where Alex is tonight

my broken heart
cracks open
to the surface
of my tired flesh
they make me
look so **** ugly
but you stare at them
like they are art
and told me
how my flaws are
helping you share
your sunlight easier
into my dark sides