kat-p - Hello Poetry

I am a child, wondersome and awestruck. A bird with the wind beneath my wings, a wild horse in vast rolling landscapes. I am the sun warming the grass where I lie with my lover, summer honeysuckle heavy in the air. I am a four-leaf clover in a witch’s garden.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC

kat-p

Sun, Self, and Clover

I am a child, wondersome and awestruck. A bird with the wind beneath my wings, a wild horse in vast rolling landscapes. I am the sun warming the grass where I lie with my lover, summer honeysuckle heavy in the air. I am a four-leaf clover in a witch’s garden.

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Some are strangers to guilt and shame. They would rather let you drown than face their own shadow. Some take refuge in being gullible and plain. To speak truthfully is a rarity the complacent won’t allow.

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Dec 6, 2025

Dec 6, 2025 at 9:42 PM UTC

kat-p

What Have I Learned?

Some are strangers to guilt and shame. They would rather let you drown than face their own shadow. Some take refuge in being gullible and plain. To speak truthfully is a rarity the complacent won’t allow.

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Is peace endless pondering? Serendipitous thoughts that encapsulate all of time in a moment Whimsical, fleeting questions Gazing into the stream and wondering Looking into darkness and witnessing the lights of every unique reality from the clouds Or is it the dissociative silence that feels like clarity? Relief that all is but nothing Soft and brisk like fall wind Like a breeze brushing the hair from your cheek To be still and hear existence

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Nov 22, 2025

Nov 22, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC

kat-p

Where peace begins

Is peace endless pondering? Serendipitous thoughts that encapsulate all of time in a moment Whimsical, fleeting questions Gazing into the stream and wondering Looking into darkness and witnessing the lights of every unique reality from the clouds Or is it the dissociative silence that feels like clarity? Relief that all is but nothing Soft and brisk like fall wind Like a breeze brushing the hair from your cheek To be still and hear existence

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Slow and heavy Ball of worry My hair is falling I should be starving Happiness is the wind All around but out of reach I feel everything draining out of me I want to lay down in the sun for a while I want to remember I can smile Time is happening all at once Life is a second So why do I suffer? Self soothe like a mother Find shelter, take cover Pray the worst is over

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Oct 2, 2023

Oct 2, 2023 at 11:20 AM UTC

kat-p

Ball of worry

Slow and heavy Ball of worry My hair is falling I should be starving Happiness is the wind All around but out of reach I feel everything draining out of me I want to lay down in the sun for a while I want to remember I can smile Time is happening all at once Life is a second So why do I suffer? Self soothe like a mother Find shelter, take cover Pray the worst is over

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He doesn't love me He pretends to smile He probably could It's just been a while It's bittersweet The way you don't care You left so soon Were you ever even there? As time passes on Memories do too You'll forget about me I'll forget about you I'm moving on You're no longer mine As much as it hurts I'll love again... Just one more time...

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Sep 27, 2020

Sep 27, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC

kat-p

One more time

He doesn't love me He pretends to smile He probably could It's just been a while It's bittersweet The way you don't care You left so soon Were you ever even there? As time passes on Memories do too You'll forget about me I'll forget about you I'm moving on You're no longer mine As much as it hurts I'll love again... Just one more time...

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With you I feel what I feel with few Like the sky is yellow and the sun is blue Shut my eyes and forgot what I knew As the sky turned black and the sun changed hues The oceans rose and swallowed my view Submerged in the fear of loving you Scared to drown in fear Scared to fear a fear Fearing you Fearing I Fearing it Fearing love

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Feb 4, 2020

Feb 4, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC

kat-p

Fearing Love

With you I feel what I feel with few Like the sky is yellow and the sun is blue Shut my eyes and forgot what I knew As the sky turned black and the sun changed hues The oceans rose and swallowed my view Submerged in the fear of loving you Scared to drown in fear Scared to fear a fear Fearing you Fearing I Fearing it Fearing love

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Driving, driving, driving My unseasoned eyes had never caught a glimpse of nature's harvest dividing people to such an extent My eyes touring the scenic avenue They had never witnessed the leaves loot the sun of its hue It seemed almost artificial My eyes distort the landscape into frayed fantasies And my mind proceeds to peruse the memories like a magazine I see you I wave hi Until your presence flickers And we disconnect

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Oct 9, 2017

Oct 9, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC

kat-p

The Route Home

Driving, driving, driving My unseasoned eyes had never caught a glimpse of nature's harvest dividing people to such an extent My eyes touring the scenic avenue They had never witnessed the leaves loot the sun of its hue It seemed almost artificial My eyes distort the landscape into frayed fantasies And my mind proceeds to peruse the memories like a magazine I see you I wave hi Until your presence flickers And we disconnect

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I’m a victim as you stream my life Like a short film and I can’t remember my own name You drape my skin over rusty bones that fail when the clock chimes Yet you collect every strand of my hair Torn and grown Cut and combed and repaint the shapes I used to be into finer lines Why do you whisper silly words to me? Yet I hang myself on them and engrave the fate you sealed for me Why do you twist me at every angle? relishing in my deterioration Soaking and rinsing your own wounds in the pools of my bitter mistakes and sweet memories But these scars I wrap with your worn stems, vanish beneath my exterior I am stainless Sometimes, when I am too tattered to walk, you carry me on your shoulder But I remember when you grabbed my ankles and cracked my wrists You cast me like a stone And polish me like a trophy Conceal me in your clock work

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Jun 1, 2017

Jun 1, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC

kat-p

Time

I’m a victim as you stream my life Like a short film and I can’t remember my own name You drape my skin over rusty bones that fail when the clock chimes Yet you collect every strand of my hair Torn and grown Cut and combed and repaint the shapes I used to be into finer lines Why do you whisper silly words to me? Yet I hang myself on them and engrave the fate you sealed for me Why do you twist me at every angle? relishing in my deterioration Soaking and rinsing your own wounds in the pools of my bitter mistakes and sweet memories But these scars I wrap with your worn stems, vanish beneath my exterior I am stainless Sometimes, when I am too tattered to walk, you carry me on your shoulder But I remember when you grabbed my ankles and cracked my wrists You cast me like a stone And polish me like a trophy Conceal me in your clock work

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My desire is shielded by pale skin and spineless structure The heaving in my chest is my heart clutching the pits of my empty stomach as my lungs whisper honey harmonies Any intention of uttering my fascination is quickly dwindling back into my nail beds Please don't go

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Dec 10, 2016

Dec 10, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC

kat-p

Attached

My desire is shielded by pale skin and spineless structure The heaving in my chest is my heart clutching the pits of my empty stomach as my lungs whisper honey harmonies Any intention of uttering my fascination is quickly dwindling back into my nail beds Please don't go

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When 2 faces are carved and sculpted to match and align at every crease the tips of your noses will settle You are hesitant to look at what you created But you crave for the stunning view You are so vulnerable Not a breath slips through And when your eyes meet Every thought departs the reaches of your rootless head Your perception is devoured by sweet brown eyes that stretch to remember where your skin wrinkles Every unnoticed portion Now you're as blank as paper Captured by something too quaint for further worded confusion You wish to paint every feature on your blank canvas While time has ceased Isn't it lovely?

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Oct 10, 2016

Oct 10, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC

kat-p

When 2 faces are made for each other

When 2 faces are carved and sculpted to match and align at every crease the tips of your noses will settle You are hesitant to look at what you created But you crave for the stunning view You are so vulnerable Not a breath slips through And when your eyes meet Every thought departs the reaches of your rootless head Your perception is devoured by sweet brown eyes that stretch to remember where your skin wrinkles Every unnoticed portion Now you're as blank as paper Captured by something too quaint for further worded confusion You wish to paint every feature on your blank canvas While time has ceased Isn't it lovely?

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