Shadows of the Past by Kayla Stiles (buy e reader txt) 📕

 Table of Contents

Poems

A Heartache's All That's Left

An Emo Heart
An Empty Heart
Another Friend Gone (The Truth)
The Artist
A Symphony of Broken Hearts
Ballad from the Dark
Blind
Blood and Tears
Bloody Knuckles
Bloody Tears
The Changing Tides of Life
Confusion, Deceit, and Despair
Daddy
Daddy Come Back
Deals with the Devil
Death
Death of Love
The Deathly Coldness Inside
Deceit (Picture of a Broken Heart)
The Displeasure of the Gods
Does it Even Matter?
Drowning in Sorrow
Fallen
Fuck Off Version 1
Fuck Off Version 2
Her Betrayal
I am dead, no one gives a shit
I’m Dying Inside
I miss… 
I Miss You

I Need You

Just One Favor
The Last Time I Saw my Father
Love
Love is False
The Monster Within
The Murder
My Daddy
My Death
My Life Spells Death
My Own Personal Hell
My Place in the Rain
My Sweet Revenge
Not Sorry
Opposite Forces
The Pain of Life
Problem Child
Respect
Savior
School Day Life
SCHOOL ROCKS
Slavery
Stephen King's Horrors
Sticks and Stones, Guns and Knives
Taste My Bloodd
The War Inside
Tough
The Truth
Unknown

Unnamed 
The Whispered Lies
You Promised me… And You Lied!
No name 1
No name 2
No name 3
No name 4
No name 5
No name 6
No name 7
No name 8

Short Stories

All Alone in a Harsh World
A Useless Political Poem
The Demon's Notebook
Die Dunkel Leben (The Dark Life)
The Dream
Forgotten Spirits
House on Rainbow Hill
Micheal the Clown
Ojo the Housefly
Separation
No Name

 Poetry Section

A Heartache’s All That’s Left

A beautiful rose turns to a thorny, deadly, ivy vine,
Heavenly light disperses into evil black.
Everything good turns bad eventually.
A gentle heart turns coarse
Ravaged hearts scream in agony from the depths of Hell.
This is where we live.
A giant hell hole we call home.
Corpses, we call people, walking around, lifeless, cold hearted, love lost
Hearts ripped in two, bleeding and twitching on the grimy floor.
Every stab wound visible, every heart break seen, no veils can hide this
Sorrow, this neverending heartache. Can
Anyone ever love a diseased-minded little freak, a beast, monstrous
Little crooked fallen angel, a depressed loner
Like me? Or is this stupid fucked up world
Too full of hate, too despicable to ever find the
Heart to accept a lost, deserted emo like me?
Are the men of this world really so heartless
That they'd abandon their women, their children?!
Sinners is what the religious call them, I call them pathetic, cowardly
Losers who have no hearts, just a chest full of ash.
Easily forgotten are the children of the world,
Full of lies are so many people of the false light.
Trust... is nowhere to be found.

An Emo Heart

11/1/11

I can make you lose your friends,
Because they are tired of your depressing attitude.
I can make you cry,
Because you feel so alone.
I’m the one who supports you
When you lose the one you thought you loved.
I’m the one who causes you to cry,
Because of the aching in your chest.
I’m the one that gets shattered
Every time you lose someone close,
Or every time someone hurts you.
I’m the one you feel
Beating in your breast,
Keeping the blood flowing
In your veins,
Keeping you alive.
I’m the one that causes the blood
To drip from your skin,
Every time you cut yourself.
I’m the one who is covered in stitches,
Covered in gashes and cuts and bruises,
From all the times you’ve gotten close to someone
Who decided it’d be funny
To turn around and break me.
I’m the one that you despise,
For the very fact that
I make you feel such anguish
When you lose somebody close.
Because of me, you know how to love.
Because of me, you know what it feels like
To love somebody dearly,
To know what it feels like
To feel alone in this harsh world.
You know what it feels like
To have a stupid boy or girl
Break me in half,
Tear me to shreds,
Shatter me into tiny bits,
Because of me,
You know true pain.
You never know when I will strike,
Or what I will strike you with.
I could pop up one day and cause you
To feel massive heartache and loneliness.
Or I could start beating fast,
At the sight of a young boy or girl,
And fill you with longing and a feeling like love.
Never mind your brain making the choices,
I make the decision of what you feel
Inside. I make you sad, happy,
In love, depressed, or alone.
I give you these feelings.
Even the feeling of being dead.
I give you that.
It is my gift to you.
To feel all this pain,
To feel all this anger,
To feel such powerful resentment towards yourself.
I am the one who decides what you feel.
So, love me, cherish me,
Hate me, tear me out with a knife.
It doesn’t matter to me either way.
My only purpose,
Is to make you feel the brunt of the world.
Good bye! </3

An Empty Heart

8/15/11

She sits in an empty classroom,
Dark but for the dim light
Filtering in through the dirty windows.
Tears run down her gentle face,
Her black eyeliner cuts black grooves
In her soft pale cheeks.
A light bruise flowers beneath
Her light brown left eye.
A soft click of the door opening,
The gentle click-clack of footsteps
On the broken, shattered tile floor.
The girl does not look up,
Just continues crying, her hands over her face.
A hand on her shoulder,
A harsh whisper of breath in her ear.
Suddenly, rough hands handle her,
Pull her to the floor, on her stomach.
Her wrists are bound with rough-hewn rope,
A length of tape is wrapped about her mouth,
A length of cloth covers her eyes.
Roughly, she’s dragged to her feet,
Pushed out the door and down the halls,
And finally shoved into the dark backseat of a car.
After an hour of driving, the car comes to a shuddering halt.
She’s dragged out of the car and down into a dark cellar,
Where she is left, sitting in the grimy corner,
Tears pouring in torrents down her face.
She is alone, she is dead.

Another Friend Gone (The Truth)

8/25/11

Lillith sits in a corner,
Cheeks stained by tears,
Alone but for the chirping of the crickets.
Were it not for the truth,
She would have a friend by her side.
But that friend left.
She left because of the truth.
The truth hurt her,
She was too blind to see it.
But Lillith saw it.
And she told her friend.
The girl didn’t like it,
So she fled.
She left the friend that was always there for her,
The friend who was her fallback.
Now she’s gone, and Lillith is alone,
She feels betrayed and lied to.
Hurt by her friend’s deceit.
For that is what she sees it as:
Deceit, Betrayal…and Loss.
Lillith’s wounded heart throbs in her hands,
As the knife pierces it over and over, once again.
The blood seeps through her fingers,
As the tears rain from her eyes.
Yet she sits there,
Not moving yet shaking at the same time,
As though nothing yet also everything has happened.
She does not feel as the knife pierces her chest again,
For all she feels is the emptiness in her soul,
All she sees is the darkness creeping in,
And all she hears is the crickets