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Best Poems Written by Kayla Swender

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Uh-Huh. the Devil Made Me Do It.

He makes me do such silly things,
Terror and trouble he surely brings.
Gum in hair, and sticks in wheels,
No care for how everyone feels.

Mud pies thrown through the sky,
Embarassed my sister in front of that guy.
Things i did i will not soon forget,
Uh-huh. the devil made me do it.

Sugar in salt, and salt in sugar,
Made my brother eat that booger.
Sorry is a word unsaid,
Hand in cup equals pee in bed.

I cannot say that i hold any regret,
The devil surely made me do it.

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Bio of Kayla.

Kayla.
Mommy, Daughter, Sister, Lover.
Sister of Tiffany, Michael, Bethany, and Austin.
Lover of Takota, Jerry, and my Mommy.
Who feels Love, pain, and loneliness.
Who fears rejection, abandonment, and loss.
Who would like to see the future, the past, and the present.
Resident of Norman, Oklahoma.
Swender.

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Living With Pain

Living  a life, full of pain. 
Sadness overcomes me.
Standing alone, out in the rain.
Only death will set me free.

Tears streaming down my face.
But you will never see.
I'll never win in this case.
This hurt has a fee.

My life would never be the same,
If I were to leave you.
You should feel all the shame,
For making me feel so blue.

You promised me so many things.
But deliver, you have not.
One day, it's bells and rings.
The next, the pain is brought.

This pain feels so never ending.
I've lost all sense of hope.
Happiness is always pending.
Which is why I always mope.

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There He Goes..

There He goes, 
A rollin' and a bangin'.
There He goes,
A waitin' and a waitin'.

40 weeks of waiting.
40 weeks of hoping.
40 weeks of laughing.
40 weeks of moping.

There He goes,
Growing bigger each day.
There He goes,
In His own little way.

40 weeks of back pains.
40 weeks of tears.
40 weeks of smiling.
40 weeks of fears.

There He goes,
A boy that i have made.
There He goes,
My smiles never fade.

40 weeks of joy.
40 weeks of sickness.
40 weeks of anticipation.
40 weeks of happiness.

There He goes,
Having so much fun.
There He goes,
He is my son.

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"Beautiful", such a pretty word.
Who doesn't love to hear it said?
"You are, oh so beautiful!"
Gives you butterflies inside, huh?
When she said, he said "beautiful".
Her friends smile and giggle.
He makes you feel pretty.
He must be a keeper.

Happiness is so beautiful.
To be happy is to be loved.
To be loved is to be...
"Love", can make you feel bubbly.
It can make you see the beauty,
In the little things in life.
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to be continued.........

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Missing My Baby

blues eyes and blond hair,
the reason my lungs breath air.
little smile with puffy cheeks,
for you, my heart always seeks.

little fingers covered in mud,
part of me, flesh and blood.
tiny torso with ticklish ribs,
don't listen to that mans fibs.

each day, one at a time,
good reasons for this rhyme.
i miss you with all my heart,
too much time spent apart.

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Love Vs. Pain

Somedays, i hope for rain.
Somedays, i feel the pain.
Love binds me like a cage.
Gotta let the hatred rage.
Stuck, alone, in this empty space.
But, yet, seeing you makes my heart race. 
Confusion bubbling inside my head.
My swollen heart, still beats blood red.

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Sitting alone.
Wondering why?
Why don't you love me?
I miss us,
And I love you so much.
My life is spinning,
I'm craving your touch.
Smell my forehead,
And run your hand down my back.
Give me kisses and hugs.
It's your love that i lack.
Tell me you love me,
And this was all a dream.
It can't all be true.
It can't be as bad as it may seem.
I can't stop crying.
My heart won't quit throbbing.
I guess my night will end,
After one more round of sobbing.

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If Time...

If time had eyes, 
They'd be blue.
If time had lips,
They'd say: "I love you".
If time had arms,
They would embrace.
If time had legs, 
They'd, surely, race.
If time had lungs,
They'd breath fresh air.
If time had ears,
There would be a pair.

If time were a person,
She would be a girl.
If time were a person,
She'd wear pearls.
If time were to love,
She'd love her mate.
If She were to love,
She would have a first date.
If She were to look,
She'd find the one.
If She were to wait,
She'd still be fun.

But time is not a person,
With no arms or legs.
Time is not a person, 
She neither pleads nor begs.
Time is not a person,
No heart with which to love.
Time is not a person, 
No essence from up above.
Time is Time and time again. 
Time can come from where you begin.
Time is Time where time may start.
Time will heal your broken heart.

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Breaking Heart

My heart is breaking all the time.
I remember when you were mine. 
I love you, son, with all my heart.
How can it be, that we are apart?
One day, all will be right,
With you by my side, every night. 
'Til then, on my mind, you'll always be.
Until you're in my arms and we are free!