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  • k_lair 7h


    I hate memories
    Or maybe I love them
    I hate the flashes of good times nonexistent
    I love the memory of your lips on mine
    I hate the fights and how I made your chest hurt
    I love the memories of early morning messages and I love yous.. so much
    I hate that you're not mine anymore but
    I love the memory of what we were
    I hate memories
    But I hate how it makes my heart bleed
    And tears run down my cheek
    I love memories, yet
    I hate them


  • k_lair 2w

    Klairing my web?
    Maybe you just might
    If you remember,
    There's truth in every word I write


  • k_lair 3w


    One day
    You'd look for me
    You'd search deep for pieces to see or feel
    But I'd be gone
    There'd be no footprints or goodbye notes
    Just the emptiness that silence brings
    Then you'd realize,
    How precious you were to me
    And I was to you.

    This day,
    I hope you never see.


  • k_lair 3w

    Rain Bow

    When was the last time you watched a rainbow?
    When was the last time you watched the rain bow?
    When was the last time you searched the beauty hidden in clouds thick or thin?
    When was the last time you tried to count the colours of it's spew?
    The reds melting into orange?
    The yellows, greens and blues sticking like glue?
    The indigos mixing and matching into the perfect shade of violet?
    The royalty when the rain bows?
    The deep, the dark?
    When was the last time you sat and questioned the beginning and end of a rain's bow?
    When was the last time you watched a rainbow?
    When was the last time you watched a rain bow?


  • k_lair 9w


    I really want to scream
    I want to tear at my lungs
    Dig my nails into my skin till I bleed

    I really want to scream
    Shake the earth with echoes from within
    Till my voice is free

    I really want to scream
    But patience is key
    So, I'd be quiet because
    Timing is everything


  • k_lair 12w


    Words, words, words
    Sometimes they're there
    Sometimes they're not


  • k_lair 12w

    To-Do Love

    Figure it out
    Massage his heart
    Make him smile

    Wear his shoes
    Fill the pinch
    Get to the bottom
    Flip the switch
    Dry the tears
    Quench his fears

    Write this list so you wouldn't miss
    Don't forget to seal it with a kiss


  • k_lair 14w

    Baby Beau

    I sat next to a nursing mother today
    The ride got bumpy
    Baby got cranky
    Her mother released the piece of clothing tightly wrung above her breast
    With a swing, her lap was the nest

    Then I saw her baby's face
    I saw her curly hair as dark as night
    Chubby skin with lines
    Her lips were a pink sight
    But her eyes
    Damn, her eyes drew me in.
    They were porcelain

    Baby kept staring at me
    I stole glances at baby
    I don't know why I couldn't hold a baby's stare
    She smiled at me and
    It made my knees weak

    I chuckled under my mask
    I stole a long stare this time
    Marveling at her beauty
    I stole a glance at Mom who was cranky from the heat
    Trying not to let our eyes meet

    I looked away
    Pulling myself so sluggishly from the gaze
    In every aspect, she aced
    Jehovah dey create


  • k_lair 15w

    The Mouse in the Kitchen

    As I walked into the kitchen to do dishes,
    I heard a subtle noise.
    I pointed my torch towards the empty sink
    I saw a mouse
    The more my torch illuminated the sink
    The more frantic it was
    I got close to the sink
    I could sense it's fear now, I could almost smell it
    I watched as the mouse tried to jump out
    Because the sink was slippery, it kept falling
    It ran through every corner, trying and failing
    I stood there, watching and waiting

    I thought it'd get tired
    Accept defeat and wait for it's death
    I thought about putting an object in the sink
    So it could climb on and escape
    But I didn't want to take me eyes off it for a second

    It was intriguing to watch the little mouse fight for life
    It was small but determined
    It kept trying and trying
    And voila! One final jump and it got out!!
    It didn't wait for a "Thank God moment", it ran!
    I could hear my inner voice say, "yes!"
    I tried to follow it with my torch
    But I couldn't match it's speed
    Now all I have is a memory of a mouse who didn't give up and the sound of it's legs
    I wish I could've pat it on the back and say
    "Well done! You didn't give up"

    I learnt a lesson from a mouse in my kitchen.


  • k_lair 16w

    Sweet nothings

    I absolutely love your voice,
    But I would rather listen to the silence your breath brings
    Because with it, I feel safe and secure
    I would have conversations with you all day
    Only, without words

    Just Us
    Breathing into each other's skin
    Soft moans and sighs
    Mushy "I love yous" from here and within
    Even when you're a thousand miles away,
    I just want to marvel at
    The beauty of our sweet nothings