(and, by the way, who exactly is "kae?" No one knows!)
Constant drips
Pools of blood
Shards broken on the floor
Foul odors
Ripped flesh
Maggots
Conspiracy
Cover-ups
Lies
Truth
Innocence
Death
One of them
Rogue
Either way you die
How deep is the wound-
In the flesh
Before a blood curdling scream erupts
How long has it been
Since the maggots fed on the flesh
And dental records remain
Take the shard
Stick it deep
End it yourself, and pray it to be quick
It astounds me how fast time travels
It seems that it keeps winning a race it can not lose
For time is unstoppable, unbeatable, and unexplainable
It starts in the beginning
Before any miniscule hint of light
Can penetrate through
Slowly at first, but steadily increasing
It never wavers, never stops
For none can beat it
In the middle it deceives
Makes the onlooker believe that it will
Decrease in speed
Oh do not pity the poor fool
For his lack of knowledge
In time’s race
The end is near, oh but is it
Does its deception
Obscure your senses
Time is unstoppable, unbeatable, and unexplainable
It does not stand still, no matter how hard the fool wishes
It keeps it pace until the end
At the end
It is victorious once more
Once more, the seconds count down
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
You lose
You fade
You’re deceived
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
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Our eyes connect for only a
moment
But it feels like a lifetime
My heart throbs just merely glancing at his face
Our eyes connect once more, my heart leaps!
Others laugh as they pass him
by
It startles me to see why
He is only sitting at his chair, working as usual
He is dedicated at what he does, a quality most hard to find.
He gives me a warm smile as
he passes me by
His aroma is filling in my heart
I jump up to follow, leaving all behind
Down the hallway, into the file room, I find him waiting
His blue eyes are mesmerizing,
my heart melts
He leans in and our lips form one, I am his
We finish our passionate kiss, I will remember this forever
We walk back and turn deaf ears to all the rest.
-Kae
Midnight rings throughout the
city
No one can be seen on the streets
Yet turn down the darkened alley
A man is standing-waiting-for something
A figure emerges from the shadows
The waiting man and the figure-
Exchange green for a mixture of brown and white
Standing still for a moment-they both listen
Sirens are getting louder by
the block
The waiting man turns on his heels and runs
The shadow tries to imitate, but isn’t quick enough
Cuffs of iron are clasped on his wrists
The shadow tries to plead for
his life
He offers something of value
He tells the sirens where the waiting man is
And where he got his stash
The sirens depart with the
knowledge
Leaving the shadow in the cuffs
Cursing at what he’s done
He now knows that jail is his only haven.
-Kae
Yellow and
gray or
White, red and black
Which of them are you
Whch of them beckons to you
Defend yourself
Protect yourself
Keep yourself
Alive
Discriminate
Hate
Kill
Win
One of them
is deadly
One of them is dead
One of them is the killer
One of them is killed
One single
thought speaks for all
One stream of thought
One mind one body
One voice
How long before
you conform
How long before you die
How long before you're twisted
Into one of them
-Kae
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In a rural area, there stood a brick wall.
It was once part of a brick house, but they had all been torn down.
The house had once stood against the elements, but after a rare storm,
it had to be torn down.
It was getting too many chinks, and that wasn't good for a brick house.
So now this brick wall was standing alone
Without the support of the rest of the house.
It had to be strong for the remaining pieces that lay on the ground
For it was not allowed to be knocked down.
It had to stand up for as long as it could.
It had to prove that it could not and would not be knocked down
For if it ever was, its strength would have been all for naught
And this brick wall would get chinks.
But, is it allowed to be knocked down?
Can it finally fall down without having to support anything around it?
Will it ever be OK for this brick wall to have chinks?
Can this brick wall finally crumble?
-Kae
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"See
That Girl"
See that girl sitting all alone
See that girl on the side
See that girl crying inside
See that girl silently talking?
Watch that girl walking home by herself
Watch that girl blow around in the wind
Watch that girl fall down on her knees
Watch that girl beg.
Listen to that girl silently scream
Listen to that sound break
Watch that girl twist, turn and squirm
See that girl bleed.
Watch that guy walk away
Listen to that guy laugh
See that guy's gleeful grin
Watch that guy win.
See that girl sitting all alone
Watch that girl walking home by herself
Watch that girl beg.
See that girl bleed.
-Kae
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Fairness
Everyone says life isn’t fair, and they’re right. Life is
never fair no matter what happens. You wish that you could decide for
yourself, instead of being coerced into believing something else. You
wish that you could have control over your life, but when you don’t,
you are lost and helpless; incapable of living, but you don’t want
it to end. You want to keep going because you know that things will get
better, but you just don’t know when. It would so happen that it
might get fairer after you are gone, but you would have to know that you
would not be forgotten even when people move on. Fairness is something
that is won, but never given out. It must be earned, but it is never given
out. Even if you thought that you should have won and you lost. You scream
at the top of your lungs for as long as you can, yet no one hears you.
You think to yourself, was that really fair?
-Kae
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"Look
of Love"
When you look her, what do you say?
When you smile at her, how do you feel?
When you look through her eyes, what can you see?
When you look through those eyes, do you see me?
When you gaze into the night, do you remember us?
When you look at the stars, can you see my eyes?
When you feel the wind, can you hear me laugh?
When you stand alone, can you feel my embrace?
When the rain beats down, can you hear my cry?
As the storm grows, can you feel my anguish?
As the lightning strikes, can you feel my pain?
When the thunder roars, do you sense my screams?
As you look deep into her, tell me what you see.
Do you see what we had?
What kind of look do you give her?
Is it truly the look of love?
It is the look of love but it’s not the same.
I know the look.
When I said goodbye for the final time,
It was I who gave the look of love.
-Kae
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"Then
It Hits You"
No one ever realizes what goes on through a person’s life. You would
never know if someone took drugs, or had sex every other night, it would
never dawn on you that your friend drinks. Life has forks in the road
and most people take the wrong side. They cheat and take the nicer looking
one, the easier one where you don’t have to work as hard. Others
take the darker path and the harder one and through it all, they still
mess up. How do you know what to think anymore, when you have family telling
you one thing, and your friends telling you another? How do you cope with
anger and hate, and bottle up the shyness when you know things ought to
be spoken. Then it hits you…you have no idea what to do anymore.
Your mind is full of blanks and things that you once knew were now lost.
It helps if you talk it out, but not if the people aren’t willing
to listen. Where does that lead you now? It leads down a path of destruction
in which no one can save you and there’s no turning back. Why can’t
things just stay the same? Why must we move on and change? What happens
if we don’t move on and never learn to accept the fact that it’s
never coming back. The chance is lost and gone forever. You can’t
leave and come back and start right where you left off. Then it hits you.
You can never go back to what you once were. If you ever did drugs, you
can’t go back one day and stop yourself from doing it. If you drank,
you can’t go back and stop it. If you had sex, there is no way of
undoing it. You’re stuck, and what’s worse is…you know
it. Then it hits you…but never knocks any sense into you. You being
beaten every night will not help you in the end. It will only teach that
person to beat more and more. You can’t go back to what you once
were. That fork is lost and can’t be found. You choices have consequential
effects, ones that you don’t know about until it’s too late.
How do you go back, you can’t…and then it hits you.
-Kae
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Looking through the pictures brings back memories, but nothing else. She smiles as she turns the delicate pages, carefully placing each against the back of the other. What had happened was unfair, but she knew that it was for the best. She turns on her bed and faces the outside. Overcast and gloomy just like her, but it was not raining. It was not raining. For a few weeks it had not rained and she figured that there was a drought of some sort. Another idea was that it could just not rain, no matter how hard it wanted to. The land was transforming, it was becoming barren. It started out slow but soon became steadily rapid. The trees and plant life started to wilt, the grass becoming brown and it crackled under the feet. Soon all would be dead and the land would be nothing, and it was not raining. It was not raining. The girl turns over once more and is now facing the wall. She smiles once more and just shakes her head. Outside the wind starts picking up and it becomes even cloudier. Her sorrowful face scrunches up and she falls to her pillow. Outside in the overcast and gloom, it had started raining. It had started raining.
By: Kae
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Weakness
Why is it when I am alone, I find that I am weak?
Why is it when friends surround me, I am strong?
Why do people say that I am brave, when they can find nothing else to
say?
Why can’t they see that inside I cry?
Why can’t I find a reason to move ahead, to forget the past in all
its dread?
Why can’t I be happy when I know she said for me to be?
Why can I not cry anymore, even when I want to?
Why oh why can’t I do anything right?
Why do I find that my weakness is my solitude?
I find that loneliness is my weakness.
I found that my friends make me strong.
People say I’m brave because they see it to be true.
I see that crying on the inside does nothing.
I look and forge a new path, even though I someday will return back to
the old one.
I know that I can be happy at some point, even if it’s not evident
now.
I will cry at a suitable point, and she told me not to cry.
I make myself do things right, even if I get agitated.
I do know that my weakness will always and forevermore remain my solitude.
-Kae
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The crow's caw reverberates in the quiet streets,
Heavy, pounding footsteps replace the silent corner.
Hoofbeats travel with Doom attached to its back.
Cries, wails of desperate pleas, turn few heads.
A wooden platform in center stage.
Applause from all around-
Helps create the red glow.
Silence twisted into cheers,
Screams for more produced from within the ever-growing crowd.
At every rush, at every drop,
Estatic delights heighten as it rises once
more.
Don't stop because of the helpless groveling.
Keep the appeasement going for as long as possible.
Until at long last there is no more.
And in the defining silence, you have become victorious.
-Kae
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