blesséd are the meek fore they shall inherit the earth
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Reflection Pieces of me fall down... Like the rain of sharded broken glass. I was unknowing. The face staring at me from within the mirror; it's not me, wasn't me. So I shattered it. To protect what it is, from what it wants to be. I will not die. I will not let that hideous manifestation kill me... although, it seems not to matter. Cause I'm already dead. -Kayla |
from Lord of the Rings The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. -Tolkien |
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Your Angel I'm sorry I'm not the angel you want me to be wake up from your dream and realize i am just me I dont fit your mold but I try but I've let you down and made you cry reality is closing in and now you've come to see the fuck up in your angels body known as me you accuse me of lying and stealing your heart cause in side the angels dying and a persons taking her part but what you dont see you really just loved her and thats killing me as I stand alone in the glory of who I am you walk away loving her and not giving a damn about me.. |
Solitary Each night, I close my eyes, hoping tonight is the end. The end of the pain no one feels, the end of the thoughts no one thinks, but here I sit. Each morning, I open my eyes, fearing what I'll feel or see. And still, I'm alone. -Kayla |
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crediting.. missx's page some beuatfully pathetic work Kayla's page shes a bit concited and flaling for an antialthoritarian, bad girl image but her poems are pretty good |