KatX - Hello Poetry

Needing people - a useless construct of a greeting card society Want Enjoy Love even But at the end of the day you will be alone to celebrate your victory’s To heal from your wounds To learn from your missteps Don’t devalue your worth with “Need” Don’t try and fill that gaping ache with another’s Find your own balm Then head held high Kick that door open and live Wholly you Let others tag along if you feel like it, who knows could be fun

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Sep 17, 2019

Sep 17, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC

Need

Needing people - a useless construct of a greeting card society Want Enjoy Love even But at the end of the day you will be alone to celebrate your victory’s To heal from your wounds To learn from your missteps Don’t devalue your worth with “Need” Don’t try and fill that gaping ache with another’s Find your own balm Then head held high Kick that door open and live Wholly you Let others tag along if you feel like it, who knows could be fun

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There once was a little girl Fair skin Dark eyes Long locks the color of maple branches She lived in a caravan Travelers Blood but never family Day after day they went Forgetting her places Blaming her for their lack of success Outcast Not like them Cramped and sore from the constant instability On went the years On she went Growing Excelling Never enough Never seen Long limbed and lean Hair worn high and proud She was learning to leave them behind Their words thickening her skin Becoming armor A beautiful girl with a sharp tongue and wicked right hook Intelligence and a subtle grace that she rarely let others see Indifference and strength far more valuable assets to exhibit She grew into what she needed to be Showed what she needed to show Until the day finally came Leaving to start her own story Standing in the sun Gazing at the world around her The pains had grown unbearable Her back and neck needing to crack In frustration she twisted Putting all her years into it Putting the disappointment and the determination The pain and her perseverance And she twisted With a sound that rumbled through the earth And shook the very stones at her feet A moment of release felt through every inch of her Breathing out a breath that she hadn’t know she had been holding her whole life A shadow on the ground growing She raised her eyes to the sky with reverence Huge beautiful scaled wings now gracing the world around her Her shoulder blades adorned After years of carrying around the judgement of the ones closest to her The weight of her new wings felt like nothing Now she was truly free Painless Her own And ready for everything

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC

Friends in words 3# The fairytale of a huntress

There once was a little girl Fair skin Dark eyes Long locks the color of maple branches She lived in a caravan Travelers Blood but never family Day after day they went Forgetting her places Blaming her for their lack of success Outcast Not like them Cramped and sore from the constant instability On went the years On she went Growing Excelling Never enough Never seen Long limbed and lean Hair worn high and proud She was learning to leave them behind Their words thickening her skin Becoming armor A beautiful girl with a sharp tongue and wicked right hook Intelligence and a subtle grace that she rarely let others see Indifference and strength far more valuable assets to exhibit She grew into what she needed to be Showed what she needed to show Until the day finally came Leaving to start her own story Standing in the sun Gazing at the world around her The pains had grown unbearable Her back and neck needing to crack In frustration she twisted Putting all her years into it Putting the disappointment and the determination The pain and her perseverance And she twisted With a sound that rumbled through the earth And shook the very stones at her feet A moment of release felt through every inch of her Breathing out a breath that she hadn’t know she had been holding her whole life A shadow on the ground growing She raised her eyes to the sky with reverence Huge beautiful scaled wings now gracing the world around her Her shoulder blades adorned After years of carrying around the judgement of the ones closest to her The weight of her new wings felt like nothing Now she was truly free Painless Her own And ready for everything

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You raised an army to stand with you Never realizing kindness ...All You had to give... Could bind so

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC

In the dark and in the light

You raised an army to stand with you Never realizing kindness ...All You had to give... Could bind so

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Soaked with rain Her lashes flicking open past the droplets Huge and ready for everything A hurricane heart will always love the storm The calm is what really scares her

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May 22, 2019

May 22, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC

Riding the Storm

Soaked with rain Her lashes flicking open past the droplets Huge and ready for everything A hurricane heart will always love the storm The calm is what really scares her

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Smiling warmly she sets her pain before them Would you like to listen to a story friend It’s not a pleasant listen You may look at me different when I’m done Buts it’s mine to give And that means all the world What will it be tonight? Will a thread of my experience stitch a wound left open in you Could a tonic of my past tears ease a little of your loneliness I could dole out a few milligrams of misconceptions splashed over me like pigs blood to help ease your discomfort in your own skin Give me a meter of your damage and I will find just the right size admission to cover you with I could tell you you’re cared for That you’re not alone But sometimes a passed memory in an open palm given freely will mean more to you in the end So step right up my dears I’m open for business when you are just about to shut down

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May 7, 2019

May 7, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC

Open late

Smiling warmly she sets her pain before them Would you like to listen to a story friend It’s not a pleasant listen You may look at me different when I’m done Buts it’s mine to give And that means all the world What will it be tonight? Will a thread of my experience stitch a wound left open in you Could a tonic of my past tears ease a little of your loneliness I could dole out a few milligrams of misconceptions splashed over me like pigs blood to help ease your discomfort in your own skin Give me a meter of your damage and I will find just the right size admission to cover you with I could tell you you’re cared for That you’re not alone But sometimes a passed memory in an open palm given freely will mean more to you in the end So step right up my dears I’m open for business when you are just about to shut down

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I am a vault A Fort Knox of a life that really only matters to me I am impenetrable My own I can weather any storm Any assault Letting someone in however... Hard: Nope, not enough Terrifying: Yes, and then some Nearly impossible: Getting warmer baby But I’m cracking open doors for you And the shuddering down the halls has not stopped in days Every combination I give you Gives me tunnel visions of panic And the clanging inside my head sounds like an alarm from another time Not meant for you But none the less going off Calling the guards Even - as I open the boxes Unfold the velvet covers And lay my truths before you like treasures Especially - then I’m afraid Afraid it will all rust and turn to dust when the air hits it Turn to dust in the air of the open door you leave behind you A breach it would take me forever to shore up again

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Apr 29, 2019

Apr 29, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC

Fort Knox

I am a vault A Fort Knox of a life that really only matters to me I am impenetrable My own I can weather any storm Any assault Letting someone in however... Hard: Nope, not enough Terrifying: Yes, and then some Nearly impossible: Getting warmer baby But I’m cracking open doors for you And the shuddering down the halls has not stopped in days Every combination I give you Gives me tunnel visions of panic And the clanging inside my head sounds like an alarm from another time Not meant for you But none the less going off Calling the guards Even - as I open the boxes Unfold the velvet covers And lay my truths before you like treasures Especially - then I’m afraid Afraid it will all rust and turn to dust when the air hits it Turn to dust in the air of the open door you leave behind you A breach it would take me forever to shore up again

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City nights The breeze lifts my hair as I turn Much longer now than it was before Another night is following The pounding beat of the club ahead beckoning But I can feel the other nights in step behind It will be the same but different And before goes... Stage lights flash off of studs and piercings Leather and cigarettes permeate the air Thick on your tongue Mouth like an ash tray even when you haven’t taken a drag The floor up ahead is alive The heart of the room onstage Throw everything aside Dive into the middle of a mass of limbs Thrashing and dancing to a jack knife of a voice Losing yourself and finding it again When you fall they will pick you up When you crash it doesn’t hurt When you’re there you’re free ...Turning and smiling into those nights one more time A wink and a step into a new space A new beat A new freedom awaiting And dive in

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Apr 27, 2019

Apr 27, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC

Same album. Reissued

City nights The breeze lifts my hair as I turn Much longer now than it was before Another night is following The pounding beat of the club ahead beckoning But I can feel the other nights in step behind It will be the same but different And before goes... Stage lights flash off of studs and piercings Leather and cigarettes permeate the air Thick on your tongue Mouth like an ash tray even when you haven’t taken a drag The floor up ahead is alive The heart of the room onstage Throw everything aside Dive into the middle of a mass of limbs Thrashing and dancing to a jack knife of a voice Losing yourself and finding it again When you fall they will pick you up When you crash it doesn’t hurt When you’re there you’re free ...Turning and smiling into those nights one more time A wink and a step into a new space A new beat A new freedom awaiting And dive in

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I don’t wish on eye lashes Or search the sky’s for shooting stars I went out into the world and came back whole When I met you I realized I had been missing a piece inside me but I found it before I laid eyes on you It had just been buried under a lifetime Stored and hidden from trolls and monsters Kept safe by a younger me who had no where to run so she hid our heart I don’t make wishes And I don’t need to wish with you I found my fairytale ending on my own I gave myself the gift of love and woke And now you are here And very welcome to join me On my new adventure A thing called real life

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC

I still love Fairytales but I don’t want to live in one

I don’t wish on eye lashes Or search the sky’s for shooting stars I went out into the world and came back whole When I met you I realized I had been missing a piece inside me but I found it before I laid eyes on you It had just been buried under a lifetime Stored and hidden from trolls and monsters Kept safe by a younger me who had no where to run so she hid our heart I don’t make wishes And I don’t need to wish with you I found my fairytale ending on my own I gave myself the gift of love and woke And now you are here And very welcome to join me On my new adventure A thing called real life

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Fire escapes, pink neon lights flashing, always slick with rain, crouched and watching the gleaming cars below Ballrooms dripping in gold and coral, strips of lace left behind, laughter floating through the empty rooms Rain forests so lush your body feels overdressed in clothes, moss under foot, muscle memory from another time New York hotels strewn with cigarettes and adorned with fey boys and girls in white shirts and black skinny ties, draped over red carpeted staircases Cafe’s strung with exposed lightbulbs, cobblestone paths leading to the river, espresso and honeysuckle fill the air, as whisperers of what it is to truly live brush past your ear Thread worn carpets in cabins hung with dried herbs, sunlight pouring in making fantasy from dust motes Terra-cotta cottages painted like gingerbread houses, palm trees swaying slightly, pink frosted lips tasting of cotton candy and salt water All my lives All here for the viewing if you know how to look Tilt your head Unfocusing your gaze like my eyes are lights on your Christmas tree Lean in “Hello there”

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Apr 18, 2019

Apr 18, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC

Welcome

Fire escapes, pink neon lights flashing, always slick with rain, crouched and watching the gleaming cars below Ballrooms dripping in gold and coral, strips of lace left behind, laughter floating through the empty rooms Rain forests so lush your body feels overdressed in clothes, moss under foot, muscle memory from another time New York hotels strewn with cigarettes and adorned with fey boys and girls in white shirts and black skinny ties, draped over red carpeted staircases Cafe’s strung with exposed lightbulbs, cobblestone paths leading to the river, espresso and honeysuckle fill the air, as whisperers of what it is to truly live brush past your ear Thread worn carpets in cabins hung with dried herbs, sunlight pouring in making fantasy from dust motes Terra-cotta cottages painted like gingerbread houses, palm trees swaying slightly, pink frosted lips tasting of cotton candy and salt water All my lives All here for the viewing if you know how to look Tilt your head Unfocusing your gaze like my eyes are lights on your Christmas tree Lean in “Hello there”

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Lost in translation Who have we become The littered masses Throwing ourselves into every day Mass confusion Identify crisis’s Forced upon a population who know themselves But are taught not to I know who I am Do you know who you are? I will trust your version of you Give you the choice to be the fullest possibility of yourself One person at a time now Stand up Open Alive Everything you want to be and more It’s contagious, acceptance, let’s spread it like wildfire Shatter the world to it’s foundation And we’ll build it anew

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Apr 12, 2019

Apr 12, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC

Are you ready?

Lost in translation Who have we become The littered masses Throwing ourselves into every day Mass confusion Identify crisis’s Forced upon a population who know themselves But are taught not to I know who I am Do you know who you are? I will trust your version of you Give you the choice to be the fullest possibility of yourself One person at a time now Stand up Open Alive Everything you want to be and more It’s contagious, acceptance, let’s spread it like wildfire Shatter the world to it’s foundation And we’ll build it anew

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