Kayla McIntosh
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Personal tell-all pieces: Word of the Day and Jail Journal. Secret poet on the side. ( I don't use Ai to write any posts, everything is done manually. )
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Dead in Rebirth
When we can't go after all those things like we said and when this mortal heart gives out in that struggle; here is this realization: I control tings from a false mind as I bend things in this fashion. And artificially, here is a new heart; beautiful, new, and paley weeping in its birth. If I thurst into my chest, I could make a perect fit... because this situation is always what I wanted, because I COULD NEVER HURT MORE! and, int his pain I find everything evolving for me, in a new intoxicating blood. Because that is a power too strong and everlasting in my veins of those mortal drops...
By Kayla McIntosh3 years ago in Poets
Beloved
Where is your voice? Even if I call out to you in a sleepless daze, even this brainchild can flourish in existence. My beloved absurdity. Lifted to a higher ground, I raise to you. The pains I've felt before you echo a second empty eternity, even in your blood, I can take mine with a smile. Graced tears within this beauty you show, touched by a whisper.
By Kayla McIntosh3 years ago in Poets
Word of the Day: お茶
Another morning of tea and contemplation with the comforting voice of a familiar tarot reader. Looking at some of the past mistakes that I've made, I notice that karma has sort of played with me in the same way. I just feel like I am not sure what I should do at this point. I keep writing and writing to try and find the answer, but I know I need to just do the thing. Do the thing.
By Kayla McIntosh3 years ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 海辺
My dad and I don't have the best relationship. I barely know the man past a few hours watching him surf on the beaches of California. I guess he was living his dream somehow. I was shocked when I heard that my grandma used to leave him all by himself as a child at the beach with a little sack-lunch; Just left him, all by himself. I wonder if he was scared or if he was just a naturally confident kid? He used to ride horses bareback and run a muck on his street so, I would like to think of him as not knowing fear during that time.
By Kayla McIntosh4 years ago in Families
