Kayla Jarnac

Clouds move through the skies,
Changing their shapes all the time,
Pictures up so high.
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I have walked into the ocean
and realized the depth of time.

I have walked among the clockwork
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Summer nights,
the warm, thick air,
a little humid, but not
too much,
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The wind is like a wolf.
It howls at the windows,
and scratches at the door
with dead branches
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Storms bring warm, wet oceans,
under his joyful morning laugh.

Teach us to grow
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First,
The loudness is rising,
growing boisterous,
I shut my ears to it
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eyes to See
what is revealed,
ears to Listen
to the truth,
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The windows through which
I see the world
are misted,
Presumptions about the people
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At the end of his rope,
He fashioned a noose,
and made the final choice-
Between life and death.
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Sharp;
Poking, prodding,
layer by layer
beneath my skin;
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A wall to the north, this is my
Deepest thoughts and dreams.
A wall to the south, this is my
Feet, running through life, providing steam.
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Ticking along,
never pausing,
never stopping.
Not for anything.
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What is that, over there in the corner?
Is it a bucket, filled with sadness?
No, that's a coroner, in that corner,
Waiting for the next soul to die.
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Have you ever sat and stared
(fascinated)
At the blood
(pooling)
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life is a cold, numbened crypt.
Silent and Dark;
filled with Meaningless Thoughts;
filled with Empty Graves.
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Straight Shot-
straight throught the heart,
straight through the soul.
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Your body is your masterpiece:
Skin is the canvas,
Blood is the paint.
A knife is your paintbrush,
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Much like a tissue soaks up blood,
the darkness spreads and seeps.
A black blanket covers my mind,
As I gradually grow numb,
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The blood flows down our writsts
and your minty kisses
pacify me
I can see your face all through the night
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In these lungs, once filled
with water,
Empty now, the air
depressed.
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