Write poetry.
Beautiful girl, draw pictures in people's minds, make canvases out of unawake souls. write, write, write, until you can't no more I want to write poetry for a living, wake up on Sunday mornings to the smell of lavender outside my window. get inspired by sounds of the cars passing by singing a gospel, but not in this time I am reminded that poetry cuts you open, it exposes the sides of you not visible to the human eye, but what is visible? what can you see about me that would ever make you think I want her I want her whole I want her honest Nobody likes an honest soul Nobody wants to ruin the ambiance with honesty so write, write about those who are here, those who once were and those who are yet to come. make your mind a museum, an orchestra, an exposition, for the world to see, stranded with no clothes, no shelter, no moral compass, no home write. just write and never stop. write until ink on paper bleeds red
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AuthorA collection of a few published poems and spoken words by Keyla. Feel free to go through any of them, feed back is always welcome. Archives
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