Spree;

Transatlantic ocean spree;
fall away, away from me.
Far down deep, into the blue,
where tis impossible to find you.

Banished from here, sentenced to hell,
you're soul is destined to sail
among the fire, so deep below,
goodbye my love, I can't watch you go.




I wrote it in one minute.
it sucks, but it gets my point across.

Saw:

The river pure, as if flowing from a broken glass.
Nothing but clear shards to break her, from her past.
She takes a look, into a deep hole in which she falls.
Help herself, if she can, for whom can she call?
Abandoned, darkness is her only surrounding,
She is destined to be here, her hands are pounding
until finally blood streaks down, against the stone
she realizes she is so alone, destined to the fate she's forever known.




Silence keeps straining the ears she owns,
She makes a final attempt against the stone.
For whom can she call, but on her own being,
The purities running so swiftly, fleeing.
Destiny? Who shall die in a dark empty surrounding?
That she managed to release your soul, astounding.
The stone shatters, suddenly water crashes to the floor.
And she realizes she had just fought a war.

To live or to die? Why form such a question?
Living through a life straining situation.
Depression, seeps through her emptiness,
Minutes pass by, causing such distress,
as lifeless emotions attack her sanity,
She is doomed to living with all humanity.

Supra Sinister

The smell of death roasted the cadaver.
Deception clouds the space, rather,
than clouding your mind, the deception
takes whole of your soul, a conception
is made amist your insides
and you slowly sink down, lies
are torn apart, the truth is ripped
never will a new thought be slipped
into thy mind, for if one could ever find
a recognition of peace, they could bind
it to their soul forever, seemingly told
that the demon inside you takes hold
of thyself for tearing apart a dream of
a man's hell, the desirable love
to destroy a heavenly place
beyond your idea of time, or space.

Song I wrote: Untitled

Please forgive, for wastefullness
For I can be, more then this.
Without you, I am nothing,
I keep accelerating
down this path of emptyness,
Where nothing can access,
a part of me, where I collide.
Theres so many things to hide.

Please forgive, for wastefullness
Oh, I can be, more then this...
Without you I am tossed away..
Without you I am lost.
Take me in your arms Lord!
From me, You will be so greatly adored.

Take me in your arms Lord!
Take me in your arms,
Where faithlessness, and wastefullness are gone.
You and I together, never torn apart,
I'm drawn to You, Lord.
I'm drawn to you, Lord.
I'm drawn to you, Lord.

The Grey Shadows That Haunt Me;

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a guy;
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void.
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture,
A teenager is stricken and destroyed.

Emptiness builds a home in this person;
In this guy, this child where hollows have bred.
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes,
And eats away at every connecting thread.

Confusion feeds like a savage inside him,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains.
Destined to walk through life less ordinary,
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

your hell;

Glancing upon your eyes, I viewed hell in a different light.
What you underwent frequently, to me a new sight.
How greatly you were hurt; torment flowed intensly through your veins.
Everyday you skin lacerated; my eyes could never interpret your pains.
To be solitary, you heart damaged; shredded, ripped, your eyes swell as tears stream to the ground.

new again. ;]

New hair.
Rachel redid it because summer screwed it up. ;]

EDITORS CHOICE AWARDDDDD:]

The email sent to me:

"Dear Kayla,

The votes are in, and we are proud to congratulate you for your outstanding literary achievement. The editors of The International Library of Poetry were thrilled to inform you that your poem was honored with the prestigious Editor's Choice Award because of your artistic accomplishments and unique perspective--characteristics found in the most noteworthy poetic works. To further commemorate this prestigious achievement, we have elected you to receive the 2008 Editor's Published Poet Ribbon Award Pin.

This stunning pin proudly displays your elevated status in our poetic community. Since only an elite group of published poets were selected to receive this special honor, imagine the sense of pride you will feel when others see you wearing the 2008 Editor's Choice Published Poet Award Pin. What an impressive way to show off your status as an honored poet for the year 2008!
Kayla, we were delighted to award you the high honors of a published poet, and we hope that you will choose to receive the 2008 Editor's Choice Commemorative Bronze Medallion and the 2008 Editor's Choice Published Poet Ribbon Award Pin. We truly believe these masterpieces honor the artistic accomplishments you have displayed in your poetry.

Please accept my best wishes to you and your family during the holiday season.

Sincerely,

Howard Ely
Managing Editor
The International Library of Poetry / Poetry.com"


Um? COULD I NOT BE HAPPIER!?