When I was young I was told stories of this bear that loved honey, that had friends that stood by him and they all lived happily with a human boy. During that time period I learned to mistake anger with passion, and loneliness for weakness. That time I looked in the mirror with everyone, around …
Author Archives: Kylie'sBasket
To the one I love…
How can I have a way with words and yet still stutter at the thought of your voice When did loving you and feeling nothing morph together Where is a place where I hear you say you love me but hear no noise I remember all the things you said you wanted. I remember all …
I’m back…
Hey guys, guess what… it’s senior year. Took a break for a while to gather myself. (Part of senior pics) But on the other hand, I also catch myself writing when I’m in a bad spot, whether it’s good or bad I always keep it. But i wrote this one a while back. When asked …
Permanent
It’s a Friday night I’m trapped to my bed From the fears of my mind Convincing myself I’m not right I always get this feeling Every now in then That engulfs me Makes my heart sink to my stomach. I just want it to leave me be. But it always comes back I always feel …
Shadow
For years have past, But I still see you, In the shadow you cast. In the same words he says, that you have told me long ago. You built me a heart from the ground made of steel.
Religous
He was the preacher from the religion I yearned for. His words fueled my heart, like a fresh sermon meant to give me hope. His love became the salvation, from myself. He became the God I worshipped in my dreams.
Burning Forest
I dreamt of a burning forest. It told me to have patience. For it will soon heal. I dreamt of a dying man. He told me to have hope. For I will see him again. I dreamt of a dying flower. It told me to have peace. For it will soon bloom again.
Space Between
The space between me and you. Is not just the age that separates us. The distance between me and you Is more than the miles between us. It is the yearning that has never been filled. It is jealousy that has been brewed over time. It is the relationship with you that I long to …
Stepping Stones
Your heart is treated as a stepping stone, However you’re the one stepping on it. Your mind holds lies. Those lies are the words in your head. You’re the one telling the lies. Trying to live up to the words However it’s like you’re walking on thread, Trying to look like an image as if …
Words
Haven’t posted in a few days, so here you go. If words could harm others, Then the three word “I love you” would be murderers
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