Kyla
- Name
- Kyla
- Age
- 17
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Great Britain (UK)
- Joined date
- February 13th, 2008
the words
Crooked Halos
Latest update: Part 14 on September 5th, 2009Divided
Latest update: Part 1 on September 2nd, 2009Dependant
Latest update: Part 4 on September 1st, 2009Breaking Point
Latest update: Part 1 on August 28th, 2009Heartbreak Rd.
Latest update: Part 17 on August 24th, 2009Autumn Leaves
Latest update: Part 1 on March 19th, 2009Water under the Bridge
Latest update: Part 1 on March 19th, 2009Ville in Dreamworld
Latest update: Part 3 on March 8th, 2009Playing With Puppets
Latest update: Part 6 on February 6th, 2009No Way Home
Latest update: Part 5 on February 6th, 2009
the lyrics
Heartbeat
June 22nd, 2009The Rift
June 22nd, 2009Stranger
March 17th, 2009Sorry
October 13th, 2008Newsprint Hearts
May 26th, 2008Lovers Game
May 21st, 2008Scars
March 27th, 2008Lost Faith
February 13th, 2008Torn Apart
February 13th, 2008
the thoughts
Slash Writing 101
March 24th, 2008
the photographs
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About
She’s the smoke,She’s dancing fancy pirouettes.
Swan diving off the deep end
Of my tragic cigarette.
She’s steam,
Laughing on the windowpanes,
The never-ending swaying haze,
Oh that ever smiling maze ballet.
Everything’s gone missing,I’ve lost more songs to floods.
I can’t prove this makes any sense,
But I sure hope it does.
Perhaps I was born
With the curiosity of old crows.
The piano knows something I don’t know.
... and I will love him with the last of my dying breath.
With shattered wings and crimson running from our veins.
One day we will step off the edge into oblivion and we will do it together
I write for the same reason I breathe it's just another way of living
Welcome to wonderland
Name; Kyla.
Age; 17 right now.
Orientation; Bisexual
Occupation; slashy goth writer
Mental State; insane
Dress Size; English sizes, six or eight, not sure about American sizes.
Current Location; Dreamworld.
Overused Phrases; Fuck.
Drugs; Ask my doctor.
Razorblade kisses; Fading
Warning; I live in my own head because I can't stand the real world
The Weather; It's raining where I'm sat. It's always fucking raining.
My Soulmate; Left me.
The Characters; It changes depending on what I'm writing.
In Wonderland; I don't know if I'll get there... I'm too busy in dreamworld right now.
If all our life is but a dream,
Fantastic posing greed.Then we should feed our jewellery to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be,
Just like broken glass to me.Then she said she can’t believe,
Genius only comes along in storms,
Of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs.
Northern downpour sends its love.
Back to the street where we began,Feeling as good as lovers can you know.
Yeah, we’re feeling so good.
Picking up things we shouldn’t read.
It looks like the end of history as we know,It’s just the end of the world.
Back to the street where we began.
Feeling as good as love you could you can.
Into a place where thoughts can bloom.
Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon.
And we know that it could be.
And we know that it should.
And you know thatyou feel it too
‘cause it’s nine in the afternoon,
And your eyes are the size of the moon.You could ‘cause you can, so you do.
We’re feeling sogood, just the way that we do.
When it’s nine in the afternoon.
Back to the street, down to our feet.
Losing the feeling of feeling unique.
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place where we used to say,
Man it feels good to feel this way.
Now I know what I mean.Back to the street,
Back to the place,
Back to room where it all began.
Quoth the raven 'Nevermore'
Swan diving off the deep end
Of my tragic cigarette.
She’s steam,
Laughing on the windowpanes,
The never-ending swaying haze,
Oh that ever smiling maze ballet.
Everything’s gone missing,I’ve lost more songs to floods.
I can’t prove this makes any sense,
But I sure hope it does.
Perhaps I was born
With the curiosity of old crows.
The piano knows something I don’t know.
... and I will love him with the last of my dying breath.
With shattered wings and crimson running from our veins.
One day we will step off the edge into oblivion and we will do it together
I write for the same reason I breathe it's just another way of living
Welcome to wonderland
Name; Kyla.
Age; 17 right now.
Orientation; Bisexual
Occupation; slashy goth writer
Mental State; insane
Dress Size; English sizes, six or eight, not sure about American sizes.
Current Location; Dreamworld.
Overused Phrases; Fuck.
Drugs; Ask my doctor.
Razorblade kisses; Fading
Warning; I live in my own head because I can't stand the real world
The Weather; It's raining where I'm sat. It's always fucking raining.
My Soulmate; Left me.
The Characters; It changes depending on what I'm writing.
In Wonderland; I don't know if I'll get there... I'm too busy in dreamworld right now.
If all our life is but a dream,
Fantastic posing greed.Then we should feed our jewellery to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be,
Just like broken glass to me.Then she said she can’t believe,
Genius only comes along in storms,
Of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs.
Northern downpour sends its love.
Back to the street where we began,Feeling as good as lovers can you know.
Yeah, we’re feeling so good.
Picking up things we shouldn’t read.
It looks like the end of history as we know,It’s just the end of the world.
Back to the street where we began.
Feeling as good as love you could you can.
Into a place where thoughts can bloom.
Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon.
And we know that it could be.
And we know that it should.
And you know thatyou feel it too
‘cause it’s nine in the afternoon,
And your eyes are the size of the moon.You could ‘cause you can, so you do.
We’re feeling sogood, just the way that we do.
When it’s nine in the afternoon.
Back to the street, down to our feet.
Losing the feeling of feeling unique.
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place where we used to say,
Man it feels good to feel this way.
Now I know what I mean.Back to the street,
Back to the place,
Back to room where it all began.
Quoth the raven 'Nevermore'
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