Kayla McIntosh
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Personal tell-all pieces: Word of the Day and Jail Journal. Secret poet on the side. ( I don't use Ai to write any posts, everything is done manually. )
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Word of the Day: 無意味
As I am writing this, I am thinking and trying to transmute what is going on with my life. Missing passwords, constant hacking attempts by family and strangers also trying to find their way into my story, but I still have the pen, I chose that when I decided that I wasn't going to die that day.
By Kayla McIntosh2 years ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 罠
I know that he doesn't want to be with me. I asked him if he was in the town I was just in, on his motorcycle, on the side of the road. A part of me wanted to jump out of the car I was in and run to him. That was how sure I was; it was just a glimpse, just in the eyes. Imagine me just rolling down the highway towards him. Later on I asked him if he was in the area that day and he confirmed it. He isn't even lying about following me.
By Kayla McIntosh2 years ago in Confessions
Beginning Japanese
Hiragana is one of the three writing systems used in the Japanese language, alongside katakana and kanji. It consists of 46 characters that represent syllables and are used to write native Japanese words, grammatical elements, and to provide furigana (phonetic reading aids) for kanji characters. Here's an explanation of each Hiragana character:
By Kayla McIntosh3 years ago in Education
Dead in Rebirth
When we can't go after all those things like we said and when this mortal heart gives out in that struggle; here is this realization: I control tings from a false mind as I bend things in this fashion. And artificially, here is a new heart; beautiful, new, and paley weeping in its birth. If I thurst into my chest, I could make a perect fit... because this situation is always what I wanted, because I COULD NEVER HURT MORE! and, int his pain I find everything evolving for me, in a new intoxicating blood. Because that is a power too strong and everlasting in my veins of those mortal drops...
By Kayla McIntosh3 years ago in Poets
Beloved
Where is your voice? Even if I call out to you in a sleepless daze, even this brainchild can flourish in existence. My beloved absurdity. Lifted to a higher ground, I raise to you. The pains I've felt before you echo a second empty eternity, even in your blood, I can take mine with a smile. Graced tears within this beauty you show, touched by a whisper.
By Kayla McIntosh3 years ago in Poets
