Kata - Hello Poetry

Kata Jul 2023

Curse the poets blood.
No matter how much I cut myself, I cannot bleed it away.
Curse the poets skin.
I cannot tear it off, it holds everything in.
Curse the poets feet.
The more I try to run away, the more they dig in, rooted to the words that ground my life.
Curse the poets tears.
They provide no comfort. They blur my vision, wet my pages and smudge my ink.
Curse the poets mind.
At times I dream of throwing it all away. But I cannot differentiate between reality and figments of creativity.

#curse #poet #stuck #talent #gift #bleed #runaway #reality

Kata Jun 2023

A Dark-Skinned Poet

I am trapped in my skin
Wrapped up and dripping in black ink
It colours me transparent, there is no escape.
Where i go, it goes.
words are my salvation.
They hold everything in, poetry spilling from the seams.
I walk around with midnight holding close to me.
I am my shadows shadow, hard to tell the difference

#skin #salvation #ink #black #shadow #selflove

Kata Jun 2023

Learning to Speak

There are too many moments in my life
when i had the words.
i could have warmed the room,
affirmed with love, comforted tears.
and chose not to.
i have long become sheltered by my writing.
i let the fear of my tongue hold me back.
love has asked me to better,
and i have refused.
never again.

Kata Mar 2022

Cursing at the mirror

Curse the poetic blood
No matter how much I cut myself
I fail to bleed it all away
Curse the Poets skin
I cannot tear it off
It holds everything in
Curse the Poets feet
The more I try run away
The more they dig in, rooted to the words that paint my life.
Curse the poetic tears
They bring no comfort, they blur my view and wet my pages, smudge my ink
Curse the Poets mind
At times, I dream of ways to throw it all away
Curse my poetic heart
But there is love here
And so we cheer this life on.

Mar 2022

Roman

Maelstrom

I want to spin wildly, to shake myself to the very core. I want nothing more in this moment, and the punishment is that I'm motionless. Calm.

I can't move.

Not so much as a single breath to grant myself the energy to eviscerate my desire. I am a stone wishing to be water and the pain is that I'm drowning in it's absence. Forget the things you know and remember what you don't. Nothing in this plane has ever made me more alone.

Kata Feb 2022

We Are Not Enough

We are all talk
We are all advice
We are theories
We are all philosophy
Too many opinions
Too much knowledge
Too much water, nothing holding us
Nothing giving shape
We are all shapeless
Too little back bone
Not enough spine
We are all pages
None of us are books
We are all something
None are enough
Too much thinking
Not enough living
We don't do
We haven't done
None are perfect
For We do not practice
Too many preachers