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- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXI watch the shadows fade away, into a cloud of dust, Hoping that my voice will scream, knowing that I must. Can someone tell me, tell me why, noone hears my silent cry? Is it just me, or does it seem that I am all alone? You hear the seconds tick away, like footsteps down the hall. You w...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXBarefoot, helpless and broken- she forces a smile for me. I watch her travel long dirt roads that lead to broken dreams. I reach for her, to take her away, She tells me:"No, I want to stay." I let her make her own mistakes and leave her there alone. Barefoot, helpless, and broken- alone wit...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXImagine if faires rested on the lashes of children as they slept. Imagine the world joining as one to achieve what seems impossible. Imagine the color of someone's skin becoming nothing significant. Imagine the nations holding hands and saying no to war. Imagine....
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXThis was never what we planned... To be lost in a sea of dancing emotions, unable to catch our breath. Losing me, losing you, and all that we have left. If fairytales were real, you said, perhaps we'd make our own. Into your deep brown eyes, I fell, to find my home, sweet home. But is this l...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXI dare to dream that falling in love is more than what I've experienced. I dare to dream that broken families always find their way. I dare to dream that angels watch above me as I write. I dare to dream of beauty that will take my breath away. Outside the world, inside of peace, dream...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionBy Kiana B., Alto, TXThe child sits neatly at the edge of the pond, her pretty bare feet dangling beneath the water. Her young green eyes are reflected vaguely, her dark hair, long and tangled, resting on both her shoulders. She looks down at her cotton dress, smeared with grass stains and dirt, amazingly a dress that w...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXI imagine the A would stand for "artlessly beautiful", the way I once described the porcelain features of my angel. The N would be for "nurturing hands"; I swear his tingling fingers leaked magic against my skin. G, for "godly creation", for a creature so breathtaking in every way proves the exist...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXShe presses the wilted rose gently against her cheek. The petals were once silky, and the scent was once too sweet. The flower may be dead, but a memory burns alive, of a time when all she needed was, simply, love to survive. But with the dawn of another day, all time slowly ticks away, and ...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXThree silhouettes aligned with the moon, running into the night. Hand-in-hand and heart-in-heart, embracing what feels right. Two silhouettes aligned with the moon, abandoned,yet not broken. Hand-in-hand and heart-and-heart, promises, no longer spoken. Soon, the darkness does subside, revea...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXHis dark eyes burn with danger, as he reaches out to steal my breath. Unknowingly, I take his hand for love is all my soul has left. Though innocence lingers on my skin, his silver whispers pull me in, forbidding me to love again, why won't he set me free? These rusted chains are cold and wet, u...
- Poetry > LimerickBy Kiana B., Alto, TXThe beating of my broken heart, now chained and locked away, I hear much louder, through the night, than words we never say. As hollow kisses turn to dust and fall against my skin, I pray that I might find the strength to fall in love again. Abandoned innocence, stripped away, discarded on the f...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kiana B., Alto, TXThe chinaberry trees, and fields of young roses, embracing the spirit of a child With rosy cheeks and pretty bare feet, her dreams carried here to run wild. Innocence lingers in the coolness of the breeze as she lies down on her back... Her eager heart and chiming thoughts what we all seem to lac...
