Words say nothing,
If there is no emotion behind them.
Poets cannot speak,
If they don’t have a paper or a pen.

Words help escape,
The great escape of me,
The only way to get out
Is to use poetry

Every word a world,  
Every line a century.
A story told in each stanza,
A new era unfurled.

I left the flowers in the vase
To die and go away

The flowers have died
The flowers won't go
                                          
I left the flowers in the vase
That's where they were when you left

you see, my dear
I'm familiar- with
shedding a tear
and so my vision
is blurred, and
to me, the world
is not crystal clear

-Kaya

dear red on pale white,
a letter to you, I write
in immense red fright
I fear, red on pale white
It is because of you
I cannot sleep at night
you promised that
you would not bite
but what is left of me?
I cannot see anything
there is nothing in my sight
but a mouth, that keeps begging
the dear red on pale white
I write to you again,
dear red on pale-

'this is your last night'
said the red on pale white

-Kaya

I could feel the tension
I could feel all the blood in me
settling to the bottom, within my feet
my feet, now red, under pressure
pulling me down, I could not seem
to fight the weight that was
pulling me down, down and down

my feet now full, now red, like a bucket
full of water, ready to spill, ready to give way
my feet now ready to burst and set free
the tensed blood for once and for all

-Kaya

I'm in denial of my days death
the day in your eyes,
now all I see are your whites
but no light, there's no light

- Kaya

I see a sphere
it is like one that is,
but not like one that feels
this sphere, is vulnerable
it is colorful but thin
easy to puncture and see
the things that lie within
the colorful skin
i'm afraid it will lose color
and lose what it has once been

-Kaya

Life is not always big
We are all here
Small
And drifting
Figuring it out
Loving and hurting
Leaving and healing