I've gone mad, join me in my endeavors

We're all mad here, have some tea. -Kaylyn-

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I'm sorry, But did you really expect me, To just forget, What you did?

Kaylyn Crossland

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A Thief in the Mist

And among the weeping willows,

In the dim light of the faint moon,

Enveloped in the captivating mist,

My hand is taken by a thief,

I’m flying through the dewy trees,

For my heart has been stolen,

By a thief in the mist,

Dancing in the rain and singing to the grass,

To the deer, the birds, the flowers, the frogs,

Who seem to have been invoked,

By the hauntingly quiet melody,

To the owl, who is observing in the fronds of the Willow,

I dance in the dimly lit forest,

Celebrating the Thief,

Who has stolen my heart, 

With a smile of victory,

For she has won her prize,

And I the jubilant victim,

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Sometimes, I wish someone loved me as much as the Sun loves the Moon... He dies every night so she can live... He dies so her children, the Stars, can breathe and dance and smile through the night. He dies for the Moon because he sees how beautiful she is, and how she lights up the enticing darkness of the night. He dies for her, over and over and over again even knowing it was never meant to be, that he can never truly have her, but he doesn’t care, his love is so strong, he is happy just giving her a chance to live, to be happy.. 

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To Fly

She danced in the rain

She tasted the sky in the droplets

She wanted to go there, to the sky

To the clouds, to the stars

She admired all the beauty in the world

She talked to the trees, and heard the grass whisper to her

But at night, the moon called to her

She heard it’s daunting song, the alluring glow

She wanted to run with the stars

With a sigh, she headed up the stairs, to the roof

She sang a last song, she looked to the moon

She closed her eyes, and she flew

She flew to the moon

She danced with the stars, she laughed with the sun

As she did, for all of eternity

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Wilted

Springing from it’s entombing cage 

The rose rises to meet the warm sun

It drinks in the glorious sunlight

Growing stronger and more beautiful with every passing day

Admired by all 

The rose is beautiful and innocent

But

With a short snip the rose is taken 

Placed with other downed flowers to be bought

To die

The rose is admired once more until it is only a wilted shell

No beauty left, but taken from it’s gentle grasp; stolen

The rose is tossed aside, thrown away

To die

Wilted and alone it melts into the arms of the Earth

The begin again the cycle of beauty 

And to endure the hunger brought out by it

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I remember how much it pained you to be apart from me. You used to take the longer route to class just to see me for a second. You brought me flowers for no reason. You took thousands of photos of me. You shared my strange love anime and Tim Burton films. Then one day you said you just didn’t love me anymore. The sadness and the hurt and the rage broke free from its cage inside of me. As the tears streamed down my face and my voice echoed throughout the street you took a step back and walked away without another word. There I was in the street, a mess of feelings and a broken heart, and you just didn’t care. You broke me. You broke me and I lost everything that made me happy. When everyone around me turned their backs to me, dumped me in the garbage, you were unfazed. When you saw my eyes, their brilliance magnified by the red tinge, you drew up your lip in disgust and walked away with your new boyfriend. You didn’t notice the blood dripping from my wrists, you didn’t notice the burns, you didn’t see how much I was hurting, how much pain I was in. You. Didn’t. Care... And that was what destroyed me.

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Hopeless

Lost and adrift a never ending sorrow

In a sea of tears I tread my thoughts and demons

Sinking into the darkness I have let corrupt me

All alone I lay afloat 

My mind slowly giving way to them, my demons

With no escape I surrender with yet another tear gently gliding down my cheek

Taken away with my demons, I have no choice but to revel in their laughter

The sickening sound of defeat, of victory

Of my astounding hopelessness they have grown accustomed to

They feed off of my mistakes, my sorrow

And there I lay afloat in my own prison, my sea of tears

My defeat clear and known to all

My hopelessness dragging me down, deeper, and deeper, and deeper...

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Fuck your standards. Fuck your expectations. I don’t give a damn that i’m not like everyone else. I don’t give a damn that I walk a different direction than everyone else. I am me, deal with it, If you don’t like what I am, and what i have to say and how I dress and what gender I like, fuck off. I don’t need you or your shit attitude in my life. Move along thank you.

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I admire Jack Skellington so much. He is a beautiful bone daddy who got bored and stole a fucking holiday.. I’m bored and I WANT A FUCKING HOLIDAY!!

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Failure

All I ever did was love you

All I ever got was hurt

You were my queen, my princess

My empress

I treasured you above all else, you were my world

I guess that was never enough for you

I guess you needed something more, someone better

I gave you my heart

You gave me heartache

I’m a

Failure

I suppose

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And since I am dead I can take off my head And recite Shakespearean quotations!

Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

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Love me or hate me, Both are in my favor... If you love me, I'll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I'll always be on your mind...

William Shakespeare

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Revived

When I was merely a broken girl,

You loved all of my broken pieces together,

When I no longer had the will to breathe,

You lent me your will, and drew my breaths,

When I had not the strength to walk,

You gave me your shoulder to lean on,

When you saw I could no longer ride into battle and fight,

You picked up my sword, with a battle cry, and clashed with my demons

When I was simply a shell of a girl you once knew,

You.

Revived.

Me.

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Life is like a game of cards.. There are cheaters, liars, and bluffs.. but you must deal with the cards you are dealt because you can never know the outcome...

Kaylyn Crossland   (Me)

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That moment when you think you mean something to someone, and then just like that, they throw you away like a stone in the ocean...

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Puppet

With strings attached to my limbs

I dance

To the beat to which my puppeteer commands

Without control of my own self, I sing

The song, not my own, but of my puppeteer

I cannot control to what i do, what I say

I am simply a puppet

A doll to which I am controlled

By my puppeteer

I dance the dance created by society

I sing the chords prepared by society

After all,

A puppet is controlled by the puppeteer 

And sometimes, breaking the strings

Is simply not an option,

Puppet. Puppeteer. Arranged dance.

Arranged harmony

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Stranded

Alone but to my thoughts

I sit

In the center of the sea, under the shining stars

Gazing at the bright moon

Stranded

I am becoming one with the waves,with the calm

My skin beginning to fade into nothing

The shattered girl replaced by one of serenity

I walk on the surface with a smile 

A smile to put the suns’ radiance to shame

My defeated demons desecrated into nothing

Stranded but to my thoughts

One with the sea