At fourteen, I didn't deserve to be in this way of being. Eyebags 4 years young and a newly broken heart, stubborn for loving the wrong person over and over. That is one of the stories I have under the crease on my face I'll have when I'm 93 and dying. If only I lasted till then for my smoke filled lungs are turning old and my throat is constantly burning. The etching thought of you still in my head none of which anything could take away but thank god for dying into new at 14 because now I don't love you as much as I did and maybe this is God's way of saying I'll be okay. But what do I know about all these *******,I'm 14 anyways

from this distance, the town looked like paper shaped
into origami buildings. you could tell that everything
has it's own hue of smoke and mirrors, even though
all of us are made out of the same material.

the buildings were built to fall apart eventually,
like a tooth pick and marshmellow tower, and
it's all because the fragility of these things we
don't notice. we do not notice the frailness
of these things because we are desensitied
to the idea of things lasting forever.

you could see how fake everything has became
like a fog enveloping the town from this distance.
nobody notices the big picture because the small
things are always more difficult to ignore.

everything was made of plastic and paper, and the
only thing that wasn't fake were the memories
behind this town. people don't strain their necks
when looking back at this flash frame town.

they don't feel the need to.

- kra

I write this letter to you
With my last drop of ink
I write to express myself
I write to help you understand

Each letter, each curve
Each line that I make
I write with my last drop of ink

I want to tell you these things
I want you to know me for me
I write to explain
I write for personal gain

With each stroke that I painlessly wrote
With each second it took to write this
I write for you
I write for me
I write for us...
I write with my last drop of ink

Seven years,
Several tears.
As he raises his hand, once again,
Striking it down, upon his kin,
He sees something different in her eyes.
There is no love.
There is no hate.
There is no emotion,
Her eyes are faint.
And with her sight,
It brings him pain.
One of which,
Has no name.
His punch drunk love
Was such an error.
He took a stand,
To end his terror,
Casting a bullet,
At the man in the mirror.

Sometimes I have to take a moment
just to focus on my life
Because I know not a single struggle
is to be solved with a knife
You see there are much easier ways
to get through difficult times
I myself, like to write
I am at ease with my rhymes
When I find myself really struggling
or life's getting rough
I collect my thoughts on paper
that for me is enough
So if you remember anything dear
please remember this note
Nothing is to be solved with a knife
life was meant to be wrote

She wrote:
Meet me there.
Run across the track.
I never watch you leave,
Please, come back.

He wrote:
If you never watch me leave,
Then I am still here.
I watch over you, darling.
I'll be there.

I wud never let u go 
If i did o how i wud miss u so
I wud never forgive myself
I cant just take my heart out and put it on a shelf
Il be alone without u next year 
I wont have anybody to love without having u near 
Wen i c u u bring sunshine into my  rainy days
To a plain donut u wud be the glaze
U make my life to live for
To be honest ur the one i adore
I remember the first time i was gonna ask u out
I heard u went with ryan so i began to pout
I was so upset i didnt kno wat to do 
My emotions then went from green to red to blue
I was down in the dumps
My heart went from jumps to thumps to slumps
I began to dislike ryan
I began to wait but it lasted an entire lifespan