Kayleigh Fraser ✨

Joined January 2021

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philosopher, alchemist, writer & poet with a spirit of fire & passion for all things health & love related 💫

“Darkness to me is like water to the sea”

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the dancer
casting eminent pearls in perfect time to the raucous tune of ignorant swine stuffing their dishevelled dollar bills
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
The Colours of Prison
Pious isolation was the shade of her cage Rays of fractured light assailed in form of Impetuous greed descending the walls
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Feedback Loops
Can you tell who is real? Only the creators know. Who are they? Only the creators know. Can you tell who is not real? Only the creators know.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
(Sub)conscious Conversations
I’m trapped, I’m stuck here in this hell Your beliefs created this victim veil I refuse to believe that can be true You are entitled to your point of view
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
My Top 5 Random Ramblings
Sometimes we write with great purpose and intention. We sit at our freshly cleaned desk with computer or with pristine notebook, pen and posture having made the decision to write something worthy and wise. Something unique. Something fresh. Something that others are going to say ‘wow’ over.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Writers
Sundays on Vocal
“hello, is there anybody out there” silence echoes in the stillness “has everybody left me here alone?” . “yessss” hisses the wind
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
The Red Tent (part two)
The girl is bathed in adoration and each woman’s welcome embrace. Heart’s promise nurture, promise wisdom, promise true cherishment -
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
The Red Tent (part one)
The first child of Utopia is born to the December full moon. It is the ninth hour, of the ninth day, of the ninth zodiac - the first number of completion.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Question for my Fellow Writers
So, after reorganising my giant writing and poetry libraries on here and realising how much I have written (and how much remains largely unread) I am questioning this;
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Writers
Guided
Navigating grace Far from home. In uncharted quietude, beneath broken clouds and yesterday’s stars already dead . The wild sea canvas
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Convention
I wiped my hands on the fabric of my dress. The shiny, man made fibres were doing very little to absorb the river of sweat pouring from them. The white paper I held was growing increasingly damp and floppy. Why hadn’t I thought to print this on card?
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
Spring in Hell
there are no separate seasons on the island of devils and demons where parasites of burning sands spill endless poison tainting lands
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets

Kayleigh Fraser ✨

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the dancer

The Colours of Prison

Feedback Loops

(Sub)conscious Conversations

My Top 5 Random Ramblings

Sundays on Vocal

The Red Tent (part two)

The Red Tent (part one)

Question for my Fellow Writers

Guided

Convention

Spring in Hell

Achievements (1)