I like Ty.
Ty spies Skye.
I cry. Ty
Sighs. Skye’s eyes
Light my night.
Ty’s by my
Side. I smile
Wide. Ty’s eyes
Die. Why? I
Might like Skye.... – by Mikayla Taylor | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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I miss you.
I spill blue
Sighs. This noon’s
Flight drips gloom.
Sky is cruel.
I wish to
Lie with you,
Smile, kiss too.
I will soon,
My spring Moon.... – by Mikayla Taylor | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Don’t seek fights.
Don’t speak. I
Know we’re fine.
Those meek eyes
foam. We cry,
“Go.” Please lie
Close. Reach night.
Don’t need light.
Cold screams strike.
Don’t sleep.... – by Mikayla Taylor | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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I’m cute and kind and just a little shy.
For all those years, I waited, wondering why
The cute boys glanced real quick and passed me by.
What good am I if I can’t find a guy?
My fairytale of romance soon began.
I love him everyday and know I... – by Mikayla Taylor | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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When the Tears break away from the Eye,
The Heart’s discharge trickles down the Face.
The world is blurred til the droplets dry.
The Mind demands the Eye not to cry,
But it fails. And so begins the internal race
When the Tears break away from... – by Mikayla Taylor | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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“Sing and dance better!
Distract! Hide that the floor’s black!”
*they painted the... – by Mikayla Taylor | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Approached by your slow stumble from behind,
Your darkness weighing you down like a boulder,
I felt your heavy touch and turned to find
Your dark-haired head there pressing on my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around your burdened back
While... – by Mikayla Taylor | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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Adventuring to mountain tops with friends
Means conversations on the open road.
When pavement ends, the rough terrain then sends
A swinging scent pot into panic mode.
That purple yankee candle held my gaze
And that’s the drive’s main memory... – by Mikayla Taylor | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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I want to write a quick lil sonnet now
To help me see that poetry is fun.
I do not need to stress out over how
Much time it takes before a poem’s done.
I shouldn’t force myself to find right rhymes
Or make the poem sound poetical,
Or try too... – by Mikayla Taylor | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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I spent years imagining impossible images
Of holding the hand of the handsome man
Who was meant to be mine.
I found a few fellas who seemed to satisfy my standards,
But not one was wise enough to see my beauty.
Then, in my lowest,... – by Mikayla Taylor | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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I prefer painting over writing.
I blend backgrounds, form fine lines, and mix matching colors
To create a remarkable replication of a reference image.
A finished painting produces feelings of fulfillment.
I smile, simply satisfied with the... – by Mikayla Taylor | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Young performers experience exciting encounters
In enthusiastic theatre communities.
They focus on the friends they find
And saying the right line when it’s
Time to shine.
They dream to dazzle, inquire to inspire,
And pursue phrases of... – by Mikayla Taylor | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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I didn’t feel for you like I do now
When spring of twenty-twenty split our lives.
I didn’t, even once, imagine how
You’d count the days ’til you could see my eyes.
I did, when winter came, allow my heart
To dive right into you and all you... – by Mikayla Taylor | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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The brand new pencil stood, eraser strong.
The artist started sketching something new,
A portrait seeming somehow right and wrong.
Eraser functioned, fixing lines askew.
The pencil fell. A poet found it next.
Its lead then scribbled syllables... – by Mikayla Taylor | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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So much is said of eyes, except for brown.
The blue reflect the glimmer of the sea.
The green are royal emeralds, rare and round.
Most glance past brown’s unique vivacity.
My guy’s kind eyes make brown arise and shine.
My favorite eye shade... – by Mikayla Taylor | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Behind the walls and leaves there grows a rose.
Its beauty draws a pair of lovers near,
Not telling them its thorns pierce like a spear.
It dies, it’s plucked, it’s planted, and it grows.
She knows the garden gates will someday close.
Alone,... – by Mikayla Taylor | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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4:00 A.M. Two friends are found conversing in a car,
Too tired to try to break the tether tying them together.
“What is love? I want it. It’s hard. I’m conflicted.”
They have the chance to reach out and touch the moon.
He settles for stars... – by Mikayla Taylor | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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Puzzle pieces.
Unruly, chaotic Disarray.
An acting teacher assigns a scene.
Scattered across a surface,
Pieces lay every which way.
Unsuspecting students.
Nervous, eager Ambition.
A puzzle’s outer rim is assembled first.
After a scene’s... – by Mikayla Taylor | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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The words that make up the visual language are the shades and hues
That speak statements of dramatic flare as they collide and flood
The page with layers of poppy pinks, grass greens, and berry blues.
Colors are the artist’s life blood. Colors... – by Mikayla Taylor | 24 Views added 2 years ago
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