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Best Poems Written by Kylie Routley

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Rain

I sit at the window
and watch the rain fall
as the puddles grow bigger
and my heart just grows small
I pushed all my feelings
way too far down
so they can't be let go
and I can't make a sound
I wish I could cry 
or just tell a friend
and maybe my pain
will all come to an end
but my eyes will not cry
and my mouth will not speak
the feelings that torture me
inside, so deep
I need a release
so I just watch the rain
that's crying my tears
and releasing my pain
forget all that hurts me
that I've kept all inside
and focus on the puddles
gathering rain while I hide.

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Withstanding Love

Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.

Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.

Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.

I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.

Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.

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Sweet Suicide

I'm all alone
though everyone's here
I'm trying not to cry
'cause no one will hear
they're not going to listen
to what I have to say
because they don't care
they're all the same way
I have to do something
to end all this pain
that I've kept all inside
I'm going insane
this is all your fault
but soon you'll pay
and know how it feels
to lose me this way
I can't wait to go
and see what they do
when they find the note
then they can blame you.

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Probably Would Have Jumped

Lonesome, sustenance impaired,
Whispers echoed, undeclared,
Overlooked and unprepared,
Caught off guard, I thought you cared.

Regarded gone, inanimate,
Benevolence inadequate,
Self destruct, abandonment,
My ego, my antagonist.

Recreant, my feet retreat,
Unable to admit defeat,
Tenebrous, distant concrete,
Starlight shows abyssal streets.

Breezes flurry overhead,
Strands are stirring 'round my head,
My minds museful heed misread,
Wet streams down cheeks of words unsaid.

Legs fixed in place eternally,
Sunrise peaks beauty fervently,
Night's thoughts now an absurdity,
Abstain death's fall, uncertainty.

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Mirror

I see your reflection
you're sitting on the floor
all curled up in the corner
behind the bathroom door
I hear short, soft sobs
while you look into my eyes
in me you see the pain
that caused yourself to cry
you reach for a tissue
and as do I
and while you bring it to your face
I too, bring one to mine.
I don't quite feel the hurt
that you are going through
but I sympathize your pain
and so I cry for you.
I'm the only one you talk to
you think no one else will care
this world is dark and cold,
lonely and unfair.
I'm your one and only friend
and that I'll always be
and I'll never turn my back on you
'till you turn yours on me.

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Upside-Down

The skies above me falling down

No place to go to escape from it

Sometimes I wish it would just go away from my life

I’m lying out under the clouds

I’m sleeping through all my precious time

I used to waste my time dreaming of leaving this place

(Now I only waste it dreaming of home)



Chorus:

Turn upside-down and turn down the sky

All of the clouds rain the tears that I cry

And all the pain that fills me up will go away

Like the snow in the spring



The skies above me falling down

No place to go to escape from it

I used to waste my time on…

Waste my time on…

Waste my time dreaming of leaving this place

(Now I only waste it dreaming of home)



(Chorus)



I’ve got nightmares

While moonlight shines through my open window

I’ve got nightmares

While moonlight shines through my open window

I lay awake

The skies above me falling down



(Chorus)

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Math Class

I love his eyes
at times they're almost gray crystals
glistening and flickering
white-blue pillows

They seem to absorb
the paper he's scribbling on

with such haste
his freckled arm moves over the tabletop
frustration on his face

he has no idea I'm watching him

he rests his forehead
in the palm of his hand
his fingers through his hair

I love it when he's like this
deep in thought
trying to make sense of these complexities
in his mind
because he's too stubborn to do it on paper

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Fireplace Memories

I want to see you burn
in the fireplace
where we kept warm.

Entranced by the flames,
crackling
and the charred wood,
glowing
with a slight hint of blue.

Reminds me of your eyes.

I want to see you there
in place of the wood,
your skin melting
up and down your arms
and your legs
resembling the bark,
rough and black.

I can imagine your distorted face
with your eyes widely opened
into tunnels of spinning waves

your mouth twisted
into a cave
of screeching bats.

Sounds like music.

I want to see
every shred
of your clothes burn
while you squirm
in the light
of my revenge.

Your eyes blue
as the flames,
your skin rough
as the bark.

It makes me smile.

I open my eyes
to see you lying next to me,
half asleep.

I find myself disappointed
as I slowly wake up
and realize you breathing,
alive again.

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Crush

So close
but kept so far away
by boundaries
that will break some day.
The question
still remains in mind
but I'll wait
until you're mine
I'll never know
what's planned in fate
but I count the days,
you're worth the wait.

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A Different Sunday Morning

That Sunday Morning,
the fresh scent of winter in the air,
just slightly coming through the door every time it opens,
entering with the people coming in from the outside,
and following them everywhere they go.

Everyone seated,
spaced out as if saving a seat for someone that was never coming.
A man up at the front,
he speaks,
wanting me to listen,
and he thinks I am for my eyes are on him,
but my mind wanders farther away with every word he says.

He asks for a moment of silence,
and as I see curly, grey-haired women
and the almost fully-bald elderly men bow their heads,
I too, look to the floor.

I do not close my eyes like everyone else;
they remain open as I study my shoes on the back of the pew in front of me.
I know I shouldn't have my feet on the books,
getting them dirty from the dry, dust-like dirt on the bottom of my shoes,
but I do it anyway.

I finally notice the silence of the room,
so big it could echo with every slight movement you make,
yet remains silent.

There are so many people in here with me,
too many to count without getting distracted by the beautiful fall leaves,
catching the warm, yellow sunlight outside the partially shaded window.
Still so silent you can hear the clock ticking from the other side of the room.

For the first time I close my eyes
and picture darkness.

My mind wanders and finally,
when I open my eyes,
seeing so many people surprised me,
for the silence was so deep,
it was as if their spirits had left their bodies,
As if they were already in Heaven,
As if God had already called them home,
but he left me behind because I had not listened to what the pastor was saying.
Because I never closed my eyes during prayer,
or maybe, because I had my feet on the pew in front of me,
dirtying the books.