Poems from Kayleighjones1998
Death is inevitable.
Alone in the universe with nothing.
The end is vague.
Not defined, or labeled, individual.
Beliefs, religion, gods,...
I am a pile of leaves waiting to be affected by the winds of time;
Scared of what the future holds.
I lay here calm and collected, my...
On this stage i stand,
Waiting for my cue.
Palms sweaty, knees shaking.
Nervous ball of emotion.
Curtains are drawn;
Face hidden from...
I am the Earth and the soil.
I am the dessert winds that sting your eyes.
I am the tumbling waterfall enticing you to jump.
I am the...
Perfection is a plauge spreading through their bones.
Perfection is an irrational conclusion to simplistic ideas.
Perfection is a sense of...