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Paradox

Maybe she doesn't take the covers
Off her furniture because she
Doesn't want it to feel like home

Maybe she painted the walls black
Because her favourite colour was
white

Maybe she threw her vinyl records
Off the fourteenth floor because
She adored them so much

Maybe she drank whisky a little
Too much because it reminded
Her of her father's breath

Maybe she broke all the frames
On her shelf because they were
Her mother's favourites

Maybe she liked to stare at flames
And ashes because it resembled
Her childhood

And maybe that's why she returned
The flowers he gave her because she
Didn't want to ruin him too.

15th of September, Tuesday

M.K.

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The Homeless

Cold hands, shaky breaths
Sir, do you shiver at night?
Sad smiles from passer-bys
Your dull eyes used to have light
But now you wish you were just blind
Demons in your head
Your bruises still red
Ma'am, what happened to your bed?
Ripped clothes, dry throats
These roads aren't just roads
These stains on the streets
Aren't just stains anymore

Kid, do you feel your heart crumbling?
Because there are people out there
Who don't have four walls they can call home
Kid, do you think they deserve this?
Because I definitely don't.

May, 2015.

M.K.

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My Soul

my soul has been
to places i've never seen
it has felt emotions
i didn't even know existed
it has loved people
i don't even remember

i understand it now, though
i am a whole
i am in one piece
but my soul is broken
it's pieces are finally free

m.k.
december, 2015

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Ghost Town

Going back to Ghost Town
Searching high and low for
My haunted love,
Why can't I let you go?

Retracing my steps
Looking for the house of ghouls
Where we buried the souls of
our loved ones,
Thinking that maybe that would be enough
To keep them alive

I'm going out of my mind
Because I keep looking for a piece of you,
In these bodies sleeping next to me
Maybe we really were meant to be
Or maybe my mind just craves insanity

July, 2015.

M.K.

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You

I stare at the back of your head
Because I know that's where
The ghost of you made a bed.

My lungs feel blessed
Because they're no longer compressed
And my soul's been possesed
By a specter so pure
I'm convinced it's the cure

To all my sleepless nights
And all my tiny fights

Maybe a trip down your mind
Might heal mine

M.K

October, 2015.

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Words

words are just words, right?

wrong.

words will never be just words.

sometimes, words are like knives.

sharp and cold. made by man to slash, cut and hurt. weapons that we keep at home, using them daily to chop food and cut rope, forgetting that you could cut your throat with it if you wanted to. when I was younger, I was taught two things; that my tongue was as sharp as a knife and that I should never play with knives.

But, sometimes, words are like blankets.

soft and warm. comforting. made by man to protect man from the cold. my best friend when I was little, the only thing that could get me to go to sleep when the night wasn't so young anymore and when my eyes got tired of being awake. my mother used to say that sometimes her heart gets tired of feeling, sometimes it craves numbness, and I remember wanting to wrap it up with my favourite blanket. thinking that maybe it'll protect her heart like how it used to protect me.

but I am all grown up now. I've learned how to sleep without my blanket and I've learned how to destroy knives with swords.

but it doesn't matter how old I get or how much I've learned. Words will never be just words.

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Regret

You spent more time
At her grave than you
Did at home with her
When she could breathe
And her heart could beat
So I'm not sure which
One you liked more;
Her brown eyes or
The brown wood her
Coffin was made of.

June, 2015.

M.K.

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Traps

You feel stuck,
Is there an escape?
Is there an unlocked door?
You crave freedom so much
There's nothing you want more.

Hearts trapped in souls,
Souls trapped in bodies,
Bodies trapped in societies,
Societies trapped in expectations,
Sooner or later you'll realise
That there is no pause.

So all in all,
We're all prisoners
Trapped in brick walls
Waiting for someone
To bail us out.

September, 2015.

M.K.