Kaliyah Myers
Bio
"Change is imperative. But the kind of change is the most important detail."
In being a writer, I hope to share something relatable and adventurous that you can love too.
Stories (95/0)
That Strange Blue
And you know they're blue... Sometimes I can see them too, You know they're new! A fantasy - Here and there, Could it be true? The fae will gather... Under the big pink moon, I will be there soon! Hear my tune! ... And though we are friends, This song may end, But we'll start again.
By Kaliyah Myersabout a year ago in Poets
Rare Rose
Something Red, Something Blue, Something Pink, Something New, I'll grow through the struggle... Even if your nourishment is all some rubble. My petals will fall with grace, A beauty that can befall any face, Trouble breeds mediocracy. But Honesty breeds rarity. A black stem decorated in red tipped thorns, Elegance is all that remains and adorns, My purple petals... It never fails... Even in your fairy tales.
By Kaliyah Myersabout a year ago in Poets
The Mineral Myth
Authors Forward This story is one of two, created as a challenge between Mother and Daughter. In honor of the Vocal Challenges, we decided to give ourselves challenges too, and use prompts to guide each other in our writing! It would be greatly appreciated if our readers would subscribe and leave a comment! I always subscribe back to those who leave a comment because then I can see them!
By Kaliyah Myersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mad Project
Pt.2 - Broken Promises + Lost Trust + Leave + The Playground + The Wishful Promise + The Disguised Lies Broken Promises, new formed lies. They’re all different colors in my tie-dye. Sometimes it felt like I lived in a world fabricated from lies, some were intended to make me feel better- to tell me that things were better than they were. It could be comforting until you are told you are crazy for not thinking everything is pretty butterflies and rainbows. It's strange how those same people come around later, astonished because could you believe it? It wasn't all that great after all. Other lies are even worse, and far deeper because those ones… you believed. Imagine trusting someone with everything and thinking they trusted you with everything too just to find out later how sitcom opposite it was from reality. The lies were not even related, yet, they covered for each other in a way. There's more lies, sick lies that convince you to stay no matter how much evidence you have against it… I learned, very early, to never take a promise to heart. I later learned to not be too honest when people ask about your life. Just smile and say it's okay. That's all anyone ever wants to know. I learned after that, to keep trust on lockdown like it's the most precious gem in the universe that anyone will try to swipe because they have already lost their own… While they have some truth, of course, none of these lessons were healthy. But they kept me going… As I got older I learned healthier lessons and forced myself to have more value in my well-being than those who hurt me. You are always worth better but know that you will never be worth more than you believe. If I wanted to have value, I had to leave and make it myself. No one is worth your own health, well-being, and happiness. You may think you are all they have… I did. But what will they have when you are really gone? If you can feel it slipping away, save yourself.
By Kaliyah Myersabout a year ago in Poets