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Kayla Yovich Poem
The sounds of war,
Are far too real,
Civilian's wounds,
Too severe to heal,
Wounded and dying,
The dead line the streets,
The fighting continues,
Yet no heart longer beats,
After the killing,
What will be left?
A world of corruption,
Madness and theft,
What are we fighting for?
No-one really knows,
There is no real reason,
Yet the blood still flows,
Innocent families,
Torn apart by the war,
When you look in their eyes,
You see into their core,
Sadness and sorrow,
You can tell death is near,
You want to get rid of,
All the hatred and fear,
Yet how do you stop,
Another mans war,
Please can you help me?
Mend the hearts that are sore.
Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006
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My heart begins to fail,
My feet race along the ground,
My body is drenched in a chilled sweat,
I scream but don't make a sound,
I feel my body tremble,
As I frantically try to run,
I can hear him coming closer,
I hope he doesn't have a gun,
There's a warmth on my shoulder now,
I can feel his quickened breath,
His rough hand connects with my arm,
I can feel the shadows of death,
All of the light has disappeared,
More darkness has taken its place,
My body's limp, worn out and weak,
Death has finally won this race,
But my soul lives on in heaven,
To bring justice to those who kill,
Vulnerable teenagers like me,
By selling them party pills,
I got given those party pills,
To try with a special friend,
Being a fool, I took a few,
But death caught me in the end.
Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007
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Some say we control,
Our feelings inside,
Some say that these,
Are what we hide,
We bottle them up,
Inside ourselves,
All filed away,
Upon the shelves,
It takes just one word,
To cause these to shake,
And all the glass jars,
Start to fall and break,
Our emotions get freed,
To cause havoc around,
Inside our bodies,
Without any sound,
We then start to show,
Our true feelings inside,
No matter how hard,
We try to hide,
Then we get angry,
At the one person who,
Caused us to shake,
Just 'cause they're shaking too.
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I look out the window,
Yet nothing is there,
The darkness surrounds me,
As i'm frozen in fear,
Then all of a sudden,
The night is ablaze,
Fire and screaming,
I'm stunned in a daze,
Communities broken,
Families torn apart,
Who could have done this,
And how did it start,
They had no real reason,
To set it alight,
To cause so much chaos,
In my town that night,
My small little school,
Was burnt to the ground,
But the very next day,
There was more to be found,
Bodies lay broken,
Ripped apart by a sword,
This is now what happens,
When our youth got bored.
Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006
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Miniscule speckles of grey dust,
Encased within wet prison,
To us they look so beautiful,
Those poor little trapped grey balls,
Millions of them come each time,
All fighting to become free,
Their lives plummeting to the ground,
But of this we do not see,
They free fall hundreds of miles,
They fall from heaven to earth,
It's quite like a mass suicide,
That was planned from their very birth,
They have no choice of this sad death,
It is what they were born to do,
It's as if their whole purpose is,
To become huge puddles of blue,
We cannot control these deaths,
But we can imagine their pain,
So think of that next time you see,
The beauty that we call rain.
Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007
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