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Here are all the videos of my performance at The Corrupted Cog, let me know what you think! I will be doing another cabaret style show on June 19 called Strange Attraction - www.facebook.com/events/477600…
The Eternal WarHiding behind the paperThe Eternal War by KayLynn-Syrin
wielding a pen in hand
exchanging words through our own medium
that no others can understand
protected by a thin shield
that guards our hearts forevermore
but breaking the vow we gave ourself
to be lost within each others world
blind my eyes to escape the calligraphy
while deaf we already became
we’ve sewn our lips and burned our touch
then damned the thoughts that remained
will that be enough to break temptation
or are we forever fated to live without sensation
poison me now to deplete my desperation
and learn to live a life complacent
ConcertoLetters that compose to wordsConcerto by KayLynn-Syrin
sweet melody of love, joy, and tears
overflowing yet brimming with hope
I can not contain my fears
the whelm of anxiety
floods the host’s sight
but not free from the light
surrounded by sound
drowning in emotion
please don’t leave me here alone
we need to remain in motion
save me from this fate
wrap me within your grace
chords to soften my impact
from the fall I was longing to embrace
saturated with consonance
addicted to the cadence
brought a smile to my somber face
I cannot live without your resonance
My name is Kay Lynn, I am a game programmer as well as model and dancer in Austin, Texas. I have been modeling since 2009 and started dancing in the summer of 2011. I use to be the head dancer of a cosplay dance group called The Syrins, we would travel around Texas performing for conventions, festivals, and other various events. Now I still travel, teach, and perform individually.|
On my down time I am either programing video games or playing them, I am huge nerd and proud of it. I love to learn so I'm always expanding my knowledge about something new and will never let anyone limit my abilities or tell me that I can't achieve something. My true love in life is music though. I feel it flow through me with every step I take and with each turn, from the notes I play or the words I sing, music surrounds me. It even is found in the ink that fills my little black book of poems.
Aspirations of a BorderlineI wanna be free.
My work here is done, let me pack up and leave;
wanna stand up straight to take the lead
wanna be the very best, wanna live my dream
wanna stay myself til the very end
wanna throw it all away so I can live content
with the way it's all going, nothing happens by chance
wanna hold onto my past until it's burning through my hands
wanna be there for these people, like you were for me
wanna fix up all the problems with society
wanna change the world, one life at a time.
and if I can't save everyone, know that I'll try
that's the responsibility of being alive.
I wanna apologise to the people that I've hurt
wanna mend all the hearts that I've crushed into dirt
so they'd forgive me for the drama I had the chance to avert
wanna right all the wrongs I should've tried to invert
and I wanna go back in time
wanna tell the little girl in the back of the line
that no matter what happens she will be just fine
and console her and be there like no one else would
tell her don't lo
.i will break my heart
long before you
ever get the chance;
this is not a matter
this is a matter
.I don't want to talk anymore;
all the words have escaped me.
Don't wait up, cause I'm already gone
and there's nothing held back to sustain me.
Now I'm hopelessly obsessed with solitude
as I curl by the window and cry.
Across the city, the skyscrapers glare
at the hustle that passes me by.
As the hours tick, all I wanna do
is silently observe the city.
But if dying alone is what I want all along
well, then why am I filled with self-pity?
And way off track, my thoughts derail
and wander back to you.
In a world of unkempt dark and hurt
You're the light that shone right through.
And I need you more than I can possibly say
like a druggie needs her fix.
When I'm all alone in a hotel room,
it's you I can't help but miss.
And when I search for the reasons I'm still alive
it always comes down to this.
Would you kindly stay with me for life?
Cause I'm nothing without you, Frix.
.I've fallen in love with these windswept streets
the ice-blue skies, they cry for me
the raindrops glisten in the distant view
like a shower of stardust in the city lights;
I find my hope in these rundown parts.
In the metro heart of a sleepy city
the motion leaves me dazzled and dizzied;
the headlights of the passing cars
illumine my face like incandescent stars;
and rather than waiting by a post-letter box
I'm distracting myself with directionless walks
yet all my brain can conjure up
are bygone memories of you.
Hours on end but there's no reply
my forlorn heart's like the ashen sky
I'm cold, and alone, and I'm drenched to the bone
But there's still no sign of you.
For a second, I could see you in the dim-lit path
like a child in a dream, it was all in my mind
I swear I can hear you in the gentle breeze
well, hope is insanity when unconfined
then reality hits with a vicious smack
you meant it when you said that you were never coming back.
.Morning sunlight blinds me; sunset comes and goes
Midnight guilt, it binds me; by night, my anguish grows
I've lived my life by candlelight, but I'm not surprised they died on me
So I crept outside for a neon night, but the fuming candles cornered me
When all was nigh, I swore I'd die, but I found my light in the strangest place
You restart my pulse, I'll keep you close, and fuck, you make my heartbeat race
You stayed with me and gave me hope adjacent to the fear
With newly found complacency, I can safely say - thank God you're here.
Confessions of a BorderlineHer gaze is the most peculiar thing,
she can't hold still for anyone.
One minute, it's rosewater delicate
and the next - the fire of a Gatling gun.
She's exactly what occurs when sugar and salt
are mixed in a chemical reaction.
Have you seen the way she walks the die?
Oh, but it's such an attraction!
You may feast your eyes, but you'd better not touch,
in fact, you should never go near her.
But hide away and lock your doors
and teach the kids to fear her!
When she gets upset over the littlest thing,
she gets all suicidal
(though you really should see her when she gets mad
she's full-blown homicidal).
When it comes to sanity (or lack thereof),
she's Harley's fiercest rival.
Can't calm her nerves to live her dream
then she stuffs up every recital.
She very hardly discerns her feelings,
she may hate you but she'll need you to live.
But she's barely a person, so it's perfectly fine
to use her till you've all she can give!
And you can't fall in love with a girl like her
(unless, of course,
PurgatoryMany years have passed,
fractions of his soul were fading away,
as if they were the petals of a rose,
took by the wind for a play
Seeking for the brightness in that playful dream,
an emptiness was accompanied by a silent scream
echoing through his mind, reverting him to the dark,
so it disappeared: the bright silver song of a lark.
Full of beauty, of a heart and soul,
his was strange to him, full of self-loathing,
empty, hopeless, his mind used to stroll,
reflections of the mirrors to him were revolting.
Such beauty of a human being deserves no hell,
nor it was selfless enough for a heaven,
taking his own life for his beloved ones was a dispel,
none of the deadly sins, yet as strong as the seven.
OathkeeperI am the blade of darkness bane
I am the door to light
I am the key to all of your worlds
And all of the people inside
I am the keeper of secrets and lies
Of promises long unkempt
I was the support of pitiful men
Who held on to me and wept
I am the justice you deserve
My steel flies fast and true
I am the blade of darkness bane yet
I was nothing at all to you
ExhaleI love the marks that a woman’s clothes leave on her body. I love the red indents and the proof of a long day before she even opens her mouth.
Tight socks circumventing ankle bones. A watch cutting a bit too tightly around a pulse. The alluringly simple bra straps; wire pressing up into the impossibly soft undersides of breasts; the cryptic clasp nestled between shoulder blades. The imprint of lace and elastic on the taut tender tendon of the inner thigh. The geography of jeans around the hips and trailing along the legs like railroad tracks. The line on her cheek from when she fell asleep on the bus home.
I love the luxurious sigh when it all puddles to the floor, shedding this artificial skin. Remnants of weariness leave whispers on the body.
And after all she has been through, she still comes to me and allows me to trace these whispers with my fingertips, eyes, lips. She doesn't cover herself and doesn't hide and lets me in.
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I hear them saying
you fucking bitch
you don't deserve
the winged angels
all you cause
is pain and chaos
how can you
become one of us.
what you bestow
on all those
whose souls you stole
I repeat myself
its never ending
All I cause
is pain and chaos
no one should
love the two of us
run far before
were stuck this way
it always ends
as a fucking game
i always am
the one to blame
hate me now
so this will end
its my only chance
to make amends
don't become another soul
that I've stole
from my siren's call