Expanding every season
Alongside revolutions of the sun
Modified by a lustrum
Unrecognizable in a deccenium
But following an entire score
That me doesn't even exist anymore
Written by: Kayla McGloin (me)
Sweet sweat bee
Tenderly tickling me
With your charming kiss
My fragrance your bliss
Flying around my waist
Trying to tempt the taste
Of nectar on my skin
Sharp like salted gin
But rich as honeysuckle
Your graze, oh-so subtle
Tenderly tickling me
Sweet sweat bee
Written by: Kayla McGloin (me)
Red winged blackbird
Perhaps you flew
Too close to the sun
Rising to reach the Aethers
Charring your feathers
Falling in measures
Darkened, smoldered
Except for your shoulder
Still burns a bit bolder
A kiss from the sun
Written by: Kayla McGloin (me)
Falsifying concern
Dirt you want to learn
Twisting stories to your turn
Long as your bridge doesn't burn
Better stay in your own lane
Manipulation tactic named
You're imputing your pain
Validation the aim
'Cuz I'm doing fine
Creativity flying
Spitting lines and
Working on the grind
Built a business second time
I'm flowing and I'm growing
My skin complexion glowing
Yet you're out here groaning?
Saying I'm losing my tone
Looking sick and thin boned
B🌷tch skinny shaming is shaming too
Is it cause I'm doing better than you?
Girl got them "daddy issues"
If I'm a problem, what's the reason?
Only said hi at Christmas season
But when I refuse your shame
Deny your narcissistic game
When you intend to defame
Same time try to reframe
Feigning concerned claim
Like I'm holding the blame
In cutting you out of frame
Like my choice to leave
Didn't start at fifteen
Said you didn't have to be
Anything to me
As if having you was a privilege
That you can revoke in an instant
If I wasn't a good kid
And that's the bit - I was a kid...
Nearly two decades gone
I'm far from that fawn
She was ignorant, young
But damn she was strong
Still is
Learned some stuff too
Though it seems you still do
Things you never outgrew
Blaming others for your due
Instead of looking at you
Got some crow you can chew
So let me make this quick
I'm not absent 'cuz I'm "sick"
But I'm sick of your shit
Thinking your slick
You're just a nitpick
Who can't take a hit
Egocentric
Yea, I had to quit
You.
Written by: Kayla McGloin (me)
Energy binds
Blurred spiritual lines
Blending the sands of time
Amalgamated and intertwined
Dabbling in dozens to detect the dime
And taste the juiciest grapes on the vine
Enmeshed energy post enmeshing me
Protection means I'm allowed to see
Psychic with sidekicks' solidarity
To feel, to hear, to have clarity
The buzz of secret activity
See spirit be spilling tea
Showing Bumble bee
Keeps options free
While I perceive
Wrath, Intrigue
Lust, Fear, Glee
Emotions amplify
Increase the reading
And if bee tries to hide
Once energy is entwined
Do I speak or stay kind,
When I see their mind?
Exotic feelings arrive
Lascivious sighs
Felt every time
Energy binds
Written by: Kayla McGloin (me)
In my head there is a house
A house to home my mind
This place is full of rooms
Storing memories of all kind
Some doors are left open
Some doors have been improved
Some doors are locked tight
Some seem to have been removed
So imagine my surprise
To find a “new” door one day
Decrepit and foreboding
I swiftly fled away
Evading my own past
Did not prove easy to do
That dingy door would relocate
I swear this thing could move
I tried to hide in the attic
I hid out on the main floor
Even hid some in the basement
Just to end up at that damn door
Glaring at the entry
F🌷ck, I don't want to go
Breath shallow and shaky
Tears starting to flow
Reaching out my timid hand
The knob chilling my skin
Bile began to churn as I turned
To see the room within...
By: Kayla McGloin (me)
Lightning strikes, tower falls
Do you see what I see?
Vultures prey, the murder caws
Do you see what I see?
House of cards crumbles down
Greedy groups make ghost towns
Crawling clawing to clasp the crown
Do you see what I see?
Brick by brick the pieces align
Naming what once was undefined
Damnation decree into daunting decline
Do you see what I see?
By: Kayla McGloin (me)
Setting up the frame
Composition of the scene
Eyes darting to the
Main attraction
Screaming action
Instant satisfaction
Just don’t look
Don’t look
Don’t look at the details
That bottle of prescribed pills
Sutures gauze packed and blood filled
The devil is in those details
Director drew up this machination
Post-op delirium pairing dissociation
Subject pushed to psychotic alteration
So the picture that they’re painting
Will be displayed just how they frame it
Put on a show, blow after blow
Besides, you’ll never know
Cuz they cast the first stones
As long as you don’t look
Don’t look
Don’t look at the details
Now inside this frame, my mind
Never seen the final cut scene
No, my mal memories steep
Per poison prepped IV
Drip by agonizing drip
Trickling recollections
Cognitive connections
Trying to gain ground
Before the next wave crashes
Fists full of fatigued fragments
Held tight to my chest as I brace for
Flooding morbid moments mercilessly
Breaking barriers built beneath
This conscious mind
Terrified I shut my eyes
Because I’m afraid
Afraid to look at those
Damn details
This painting feels
Different from the inside
Nightmare fuel hidden in plain sight
The details they tried to hide
Can’t you see from my side?
Reframing a painting from
The same sea that’s drowning me
In the recollection of details
Please look
Please look at the details
Written by: Kayla McGloin (me)
The flowers on her face
Creeped into my mind
Like verdant vines
Reaching
For something
To hold onto as I
Watered the way the
Shadows danced across
A lowered gaze softly seeking
Fertile ground to plunge
Small seeds of hope
Into mounds of
Dirt that I have
Collected around
The souls of my feet
Who’ve wearily wandered
On roads with grim and grace
When one led to the girl
With flowers on her face
Where shadows danced
Across a lowered gaze
- Kayla McGloin (me)
Upon the horizon
Heard low but steady
A terrifying cacophony
Howling “Are you ready?”
Snarling teeth a warning
Nearing strident and steady
Closer, louder, stronger, prouder
Howling “Are you ready?”
Raucous shrills, a deafening crescendo
Throat closing, stomach heavy
Feel their gaze lock upon you
Howling “Are you ready?”
And in those final moments
Hell hounds closing in
I wish you all the pain you’ve given
Feel the burdens of your sin
But before they strike upon their prey
A message from the djinn
A calling card to see my face
So you know who let them in
Howling “Are you ready?”
Written by: Kayla McGloin (Me)
Untethering cords
The bind on the minds
Sick psychosomatic blinds
Caged consciousness of mankind
Personalized propaganda precariously predesigned
But they hope you won’t mind
“Keep hard on the grind
Don’t look at the lies
Don’t look at the curtain or what is behind
Don’t look at the man, he has nothing to hide
Well…except the depredation of humankind”
Take back your power
Take back your name
“My mind, my sovereignty I claim
No permission, no access, no right you will gain”
The more that people peep on your game
The more the people refuse all your shame
The more we heal and call back the flame
The more our collective intentions are aimed
This is how we will burn down your reign
…But we hope you don’t mind…
The towers
The powers
The final hours
The fear as they cower
Trying to hide, trying to scour
The rise of the ones called to empower
The bloom of it all, like a poisonous flower
Beautiful but deadly
Entropy defied already
Hearts holding it steady
Pressure building up heavy
Culpability making them sweaty
The carnyx echos, are you ready?
Written by Kayla McGloin (me)