Poems by Kayla

Where do broken hearts go
When they don't have a song to sing
or have a prayer?
When your heart is bare?
Where do broken hearts go?
When your heart has been
ripped out of your chest
and stomped on?
When your body goes numb and
you can no longer care?
Where do broken hearts go
to shun themselves away from
the rest of the world?
When they're all alone and can't
stand to go on?
To be at one with themselves.
And think...think...
think...think.
Thinking why?
       Why would this person want to     
          deliberately hurt me?
        Was it something I did?
           Something I said?
        How could they do this to me?
          Then the depression turns to
                   RAGE.
             You feel betrayed.
         Since your heart just went up
                 in flames
              you want revenge.
         Suddenly it turns into this
          Bride of Chucky moment where
            all you can think about is
                kill, kill, kill.
          Visualizing their blood being
           splattered, painting itself
                on the walls.
                 You get up
            take a deep breath and
             inhale the fumes of
               the dead corpse.
          Feeling relieved you leave
                  the scene.
          Leaving them like you felt
                    COLD.
            Colder than dry ice.
              So answer this
          WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?

She's a woman of integrity.
She has about 3 jobs.
Four, if you include taking care of her kids.
It took a lot of effort to do what she did.
She cooks, cleans, and works day in and day out.
If you stayed in her house, you'd know what she is about.
It takes very much of her to make this a happy home.
But what makes even stronger is that she does it on her own.
Bringing her daughter up the best way she can.
And teaching her son how to be a real man.
Respect, determination, and honesty is what this woman is all about.
So if you're not here to help her better herself then you can see yourself out.
She teaches her kids the reality and doesn't sugar-coat a thing.
Tells them that they've got to get a good education if they want the finer things.
She can be very blunt and it may seem like she is trying to hurt your feelings.
But what she tries to make you aware about is the cruel world and its dealings.
She also teaches her children to be realistic and have fun, so when the day is done,
I am extremely proud to call her MOM.

Let it be.
Let the voices be silent.
Let the silence soothe.
Let it be.
Let all colors be vibrant.
Let every one's voice be a fuse.
Let it be.
Let others speak their mind.
Let all the stars come aligned.
Let it be.
Let love be blind forever and a day.
Let the heart feel what it wants.
Let it be.
Let the shy people be bold.
Let the children dream their own future to hold.
Let everyone with doubts have peace of mind.
Let everything be where it lays and no more found to find.
Let it be.
Let all negativity cease.
Let everything be still, where it is still it is peace.
Let the mornings be bright and full of joy.
Let the nights be quiet and mellow.
Let it be.
Let the small be big and the big small.
Let everyone with a voice speak with a beckoning call.
Let it be.
And let that be all.