Kylee Stowell
Stories (2/0)
Poppy
You were like a poppy flower. Your toxic heart was disguised by beauty. I was utterly captivated. Despite all the warnings, I only saw the good in you. Funny how much an infatuation for someone can cloud your logic and reason. I was like a flower too; petal after petal fell every time you broke my heart. Yet I persisted, so sure and determined to prove you weren't who everyone said you were. Boy, was I wrong. Your poison flowed through my veins straight to my heart, destroying me from the inside ultimately leaving me as nothing more than a stem; a vestige of who I once was.
By Kylee Stowell6 years ago in Poets
Universe
I am anything and everything. I am not alive but everything lives in me. I am infinite and ever-expanding. More than a person, more than words, I cannot be explained. Not caged by bones, my only master is God. I spin galaxies as a spider spins a web, each one unique unto itself. I paint planets, like drops of watercolor falling onto a canvas. I have no worries or obligations, I only create and destroy, but there is always beauty in my destruction. With each supernova, an explosion of light and matter echoes like a beating heart. A new star is born, pinpointed across space like freckles on skin. You connect the dots, forming constellations.
By Kylee Stowell6 years ago in Poets