Chasing Away the Demons - Kayla Stiles (inspiring books for teens txt) 📗

Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Poems

A Beautiful Soul

A Great Woman

The Bittersweet Ways of Life
Butterflies are for Forgiveness
Dear mom
Emo Love Sonnets LXIX
Graveyard Follies
Her Inner Tears
Hunger
I am a Force of Nature's Creation
I am a Healer and a Lover
If I were a Guy
If I were a Man
I love…
I’m Alive Again
I Really Just Want You In My Grasp
It’s Cold Tonight. Will you come closer?
I Would Die For You, My Life
Kidnapping the Black
My Lover
Nature’s Safe Homecomings
One Day…
Promises Are Meant to Be Broken
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
The Sleeping Princess
So Far Away
Then and Now
Where were you daddy?
Your Inner Tears
No Name 1
No Name 2

Short Stories

A Beloved Girlfriend
The Black Swan or the Mare
Dana and Esai
I Love You, Always and Forever
Journal Entries
Just Another Day In Paradise
The Purple Butterfly
School Day Miracles
Utopia

Poetry Section

 Poetry Section

 

A Beautiful Soul

A Beautiful Soul

5/14/12

She’s kind and gentle
And full of love.
She’s soft and cuddly
And is loyal beyond loyal.
Her beautiful green eyes
Are so full of understanding
And knowledge.
Her long, soft grey hair
Brings comfort even on
The darkest of days.
Her cute little meows
And soft and gentle purrs,
Fill your heart with love.
She brings happiness
As soon as she walks in the room.
She makes you laugh
When she throws the string around.
Her 14-year-old face
Is full of wisdom and peace.
Her little feet make no noise
When walking across the floor.
She’s so cautious and skittish,
But it’s cute and entertaining.
Her name is Gadget Stiles,
She is my cat, my baby girl, my best friend,
And she died on May 13th, 2012.

A Great Woman

A Great Woman

2/21/14

 

A Tribute to my Oma, Carol Jean Eknes.

 

Oma. My dear Oma.

I just got the devastating news.

I’m so sorry, sweet Oma, that I

Didn’t get the chance to spend more time with you.

I’m sorry that I didn’t get to

See you more often, tell you how much you mean to me.

Truth be told, I love you Oma.

 I always have. I may have been shy at our first few meetings.

But, as time progressed, I felt that connection with you

Snap into place and bind itself tightly.

You and Opa were the only ones in your family who truly accepted

My mom, my brother and I.

Truly accepted us into your family.

Even after the divorce between your son and my mom,

You still considered us part of the family,

And still continued to care about us and love us.

You were always there, and now, you’re not.

You were diagnosed with brain cancer a few months ago.

They treated you, performed the surgery to remove the tumor.

They thought they’d gotten it in time and freed you

Of the cancer’s deadly grasp.

Guess not…

Mom came in to my room today,

Told me the terrible news.

You have 2 weeks to 2 months left to live.

And, though she has your room number,

Mom doesn’t want to go to the hospital to see you,

For fear of you not even remembering us at all.

Oma! I love you! I’m so sorry!

I’m so sorry…. I love you… </3

The Bittersweet Ways of Life

The Bittersweet Ways of Life

5/4/12

Polished mahogany,
A ghostly pale face,
Brown eyes closed,
Eyelids dusted over with a faint purple tinge.
Beautiful lips a purplish hue,
Forever closed,
Never to utter her name again.
People hug her close,
And tell her everything will be ok,
That they’re so sorry for her loss.
Her fingertips brush across his tan cheek,
Brush back his brown hair from his sweet face.
She leans over and lightly presses her lips
To his one last time.
The lid is brought down and sealed shut.
As the eternal death bed is lowered
Down into the soiled ground,
Her mind is flooded with rapid-fire memories.
Them sitting on a bed, cuddling the first day they met.
Laying curled up in his arms.
Falling asleep on his warm chest, in his gentle arms.
Crying in his arms after he said he wanted to go to the army.
The tears stream down her cheeks now
In heavy rivulets and rivers.
She looks down at her left thumb, her right pointer finger,
Her left ring finger. All encrusted with rings from him.
She can take it no longer.
She races away from the macabre ceremony,
Running as fast as she can in her black boots.
A small while later, she stops, out of breath.
She looks up, panting, and spots a pub across the street.
Trudging over to it, she walks through the heavy doors,
Into the dark, dimly-lit interior.
She goes to the bar and sits down at the stool.
Taking a beer from the bartender,
She downs the foul-smelling, awful-tasting liquid.
She asks for another, and another,
And soon she finds herself thoroughly wasted.
She pays her tab and
Stumbles drunkenly out the door.
Stumbling and tripping over her feet, tears in her eyes,
She walks down the dark streets,
Alone and dazed and confused.
The memories still swarm around her mind,
Bouncing off the inner walls like ping pong balls.
They begin to drown her,
Suffocate her with their potent, depressive images.
Suddenly, her heel falls into a sewer grate and
She falls onto the busy street.
The headlights blind her with their vicious coldness.
She hears tires squealing and feels a quick pain.
When she opens her eyes again, there is no pain, only light, and laughter.
Looking to her left, she sees her love.
She smiles and cuddles closer to his warm chest,
Snuggling deeper into his strong, gentle arms.
She’s once again happy.
Life had finally been kind to her,
Giving her back the air she breathed,
The hope she possessed,
Her very reason to live.
She was home.
:)

Butterflies Are For Forgiveness

Butterflies are for Forgiveness

7/11/11

Butterflies are for forgiveness.
Someone once told me that.
The mountains are for calm.
Someone once told me that.
Water is for peace.
Someone once told me that.
Ocean currents are for our inner turmoils.
Someone once told me that.
The forests are for inner tranquility.
Someone once told me that.
Fire is for out hidden passions.
Someone once told me that.
Trees are for our differences.
Someone once told me that.
Rocks are for our equality.
Someone once told me that.
Wind is for the fury within.
Someone once told me that.
Woods are for our hidden fears.
Someone once told me that.
Night is for our nourished love, our inner darkness.
Someone once told me that.
Earth is for our inner creativity.
Day is for our life happiness.
Butterflies…are for forgiveness.

Dear Mom

Dear mom

5/2/10

Dear mom…
I’m sorry for always making you cry
I’m sorry for always hurting you inside.
I’m sorry for always lying to you, how can I
Make these feelings which you have inside
Disappear and leave not a scar behind?
I guess that is something I shall never know,
For I have hurt you beyond
Fixing, beyond redemption, beyond which I cannot know.
I hate how I always seem to know how to hurt people,
Yet I never know how to fix the carnage.