Gravity doesn’t begin to explain it
Parties have an atmosphere of being anonymous
Left clouded in a guise of sophisticated social status
The room pulses
The crowds
Murmur like a lost heart, forgotten and forlorn
When I saw her
The
world
Shifted
Off axis and tumbling
Wasn’t sure if there was something hidden in the sugary sweet drinks
Eyes and galaxies
Pounding bass and shuffled conversations
Like us, two different parts
But similar all the same
Just another way to get lost
Forever
About the Creator
Kailyn MacDonald (She/Her)
Story telling and music have run in my family for generations. I am proud to keep that tradition alive with short stories, poems and my novel: The Spear. Originally from the East Coast of Canada, currently in the UK to explore perspectives.
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Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
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