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Kale Oct 2014
We all are waiting for
The end.
Where our
Romantic fairy tale,
Horrific adventure,
can finish.

Some chapters of our
Novel lives are endless.
Filled with mystery.
But for the most part
We see different forms
of comedic experiences
To drag us out of the boring
Slums of our selves.

We are waiting for our novel's end
But I hope my own goes out with
A bang.
Kale Oct 2014
I want to visit,
The dreamland in,
My dreams.
To sleep an endless
Sleep.

Maybe I will be happier there,
Floating through Never land.
Making my wishes come true.
Not worrying about the stress,
The oppression,
The Money
Or the Wars.

But I know that this will happen
Any time soon.
I won't get my wishes and
I won't get my freedom
Because after every visit to
Dreamland I always wake back up.
Kale Oct 2014
I am captured by,
Society.
I am coerced into making
A change.
Forced into acting normal.
Forced into changing my personality,
Just to fit in.

I want to be different
But I am captured,
By this fast paced world,
Where being different,
Means being an outcast.

I will fight my captors,
Defeat the norm,
Play a different tune.
Become someone not changed by
Society.
Become not captured.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont know
Kale Oct 2014
Save me,
I lost to the devil
In a poker game.
Now I am
Lost soul,
An outcast to society,
Treated differently,
Abused by life,
And insecure to my future.

Save me someone,
He stands in the background
Gnawing on my soul's despair.
Waiting until I finally snap
And follow him back to the gates of hell.
Not me. But I hope it can relate to some and if it does don't give up whatever is causing you trouble fight it like the warrior in 300 (the movie I didn't really watch).
Kale Sep 2014
This is the beginning,
Where everything started,
So lets,
Lets start over,
Become reborn with me,
Become my beginning,
become my Genesis.
Short poem for you guys
Kale Aug 2014
You change
When you see others.
You become evil,
and sinister.
I try to compensate
for my faults,
but all you see is
my Destruction
idk
Kale Aug 2014
Mar
All twinkling eyed children,
Dancing on the Mar.
Better Beware,
And Respect their age
Because death isn't to far.
another poem hope you like it.
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