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  Sep 2014 Cayla frazier
왕 자라
Remember when life was simple,
When lunch was all you thought,
When playing on the playground,
Soothed all your sores,
When rain meant an adventure,
And sun meant so much more,
When the friends you had were countless,
Or the hours with no bore?

Now life is oh so dull,
Nothing soothes the pain,
Rain means working harder,
And sun is all the same,
You have no one left beside you,
Hours seem to fly,
Childhood didn't appeal then,
And now you can't wait to die...
  Sep 2014 Cayla frazier
Cadence Musick
you ride on rolling waves
always at sea
voyaging across cultures
weaving colorful words into a pattern
beneath my eyelids
i don't think anyone
understands a soul
   flickering
back and forth
between worlds.
when your hands can reach before your poems
and i can feel
  it all
contentment would flow
between us
Cayla frazier Sep 2014
My soul feels older than my years..
like its lived for centuries before me.

Maybe that's why I think different,
feel different than the world I'm in.

Compassion, hope and love run through
me, helping me push through this world
of hate.

Accepting myself and those around me for
who they are and not conforming with the
masses..  
@C.F.14'
  Sep 2014 Cayla frazier
Mary Elizabeth
Writ in white.
Whites of our eyes.
Blood shot eyes
Sleep deprived.
Loosing sleep
In our dreams.
Living behind closed doors.
Doors to our soul.
Empty.
Smile.
Writ in white.
The ink in my skin.
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