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    Canvas: A Collection of Poems
    Canvas: A Collection of Poems
    Canvas: A Collection of Poems
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    Canvas: A Collection of Poems

    By Kiera

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    This collection of poems creates colorful experiences of delicacy and wonder. They are fearless and leave nothing unexplored, no words wasted.

    Poems:

    We’ll Be Birds

    Life’s a Blank Canvas

    Lean On

    A Symphony of Love

    The Shivering of the Wind

    The Sun and the Moon

    Eternity

    Last painted leaf

    You Colour me

    Shivering

    Painted Glass

    Flutter of Heart

    Dreamer

    Marriage

    Beauty

    She’s To Me

    Conjuring

    My Burden

    Crab

    It’s All You

    Fallen Spring

    She Screams

    Cure

    Roots

    Home

    Ode to my Abusers

    Upon A Glance

    Trigger

    Stranger

    Starry Starry Night

    Hit and Run

    LoveShots

    Buried Treasure

    Adam & Eve

    On the collision of glaciers

    Crash and Burn

    Memoirs of a suicide

    Setting the Bone

    Haircuts

    Songbird

    Frostbite

    Sparrow

    Ghostings

    The Bare Bones

    Love is an avalanche

    Vulnerable

    Electric Storms

    Fragile Wings

    Nothing Anymore

    I’ll wait for you

    LanguageEnglish
    Publishermeetcoogle
    Release dateOct 15, 2016
    ISBN9781370493616
    Canvas: A Collection of Poems

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      Canvas - Kiera

      We’ll Be Birds

      Bent down in the corner

      hoping for the light.

      Planning my escape

      away from this night.

      I saw the sun come up

      got pierced by the rays.

      So for another night

      I’ll guess I’ll stay.

      Come here my son,

      I swear I heard him say.

      Road to Heaven

      has roaring thunder

      and cleansing rain.

      So don’t let the feeling start

      what if I’ll never feel it again.

      Up there you never wanna

      disappear into the night.

      Love is the only word spoken

      so spread the word 

      like a raging sea.

      Only in these moments

      are you free.

      Love is the only word spoken

      and the truth will set you free.

      Raise your hands up

      and raise the noise,

      for the billions of people

      who’ve lost their voice.

      Love is the only word spoken,

      so say it loud.

      From the rooftops 

      scream it loud,

      come out for love

      like a tidal wave

      let it wash over me.

      Love is a beautiful Kingdom,

      where we’ll be birds.

      You are your own key.

      Shouldn’t be no mystery.

      With you, I’m fearless,

      I’ll weather this forever.

      I won’t go it alone.

      I’ll grow wings

      and fly to you.

      Away from this world

      so ugly and cruel

      into that sea of clouds

      where I’ll wait for you. 

      Life’s a Blank Canvas

      Sitting in the car

      waiting for the train,

      swimming in the water,

      dancing in the rain.

      Looking up, looking up.

      Life’s a blank canvas,

      when you’re working meal to meal,

      hoping that this love

      is a painting of something real

      that’ll make me look up, look up.

      Rainbows form

      when painters cry,

      and birds soar

      when poets write on the sky.

      Words soak into your blood,

      words can seep into your blood.

      After the storm, through the window pane,

      hanging with my boys

      takes away the pain,

      they always get me looking up, looking up

      when they start singing

      life is rough, we know,

      but even after a storm,

      the wind continues to blow.

      We know you’ll get it,

      get it together real soon,

      and when it rains, 

      we know you’ll bloom.

      And like a flower

      that wants to kiss

      the sun,

      you’ll be looking up

      and up and up. 

      Landing among the stars, aiming for the moon,

      trying to put all the stars into a bowl with a spoon,

      always looking up, looking up.

      I’d be broken if we were to part,

      I’d be the red sea, and the hands

      that tore us apart, tore us apart.

      Like a flower, I wanna grow,

      up on a violet hill,

      where all the snow

      sits so silent still

      and grow up, and up, and up.

      I’ll be the start of a forest

      like you’ve never seen,

      you said ‘if you’re such an angel,

      where are your wings?’

      They only grow with love,

      with love.

      And when the flying

      gets rough, just sing,

      I know I’ll get it together,

      get it together really soon.

      I’ll be the eye 

      of

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