katch - Hello Poetry

I want to paint the walls With my dancing feet Splash melodies Of syncopated movement -my heartbeat. I feel color in my sway Hues combine as the motion fades away. An indistinguishable color remains. Me.

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Jun 2, 2018

Jun 2, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC

Colored (e)Motions

I want to paint the walls With my dancing feet Splash melodies Of syncopated movement -my heartbeat. I feel color in my sway Hues combine as the motion fades away. An indistinguishable color remains. Me.

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Oh La Luna. You do much more than move tides. You shift Souls into Light Reminding us of the Dark So we return with Might. My Mighty Magician. Master of my Soul, Master of Night. ✨

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Jan 21, 2018

Jan 21, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC

La Luna

Oh La Luna. You do much more than move tides. You shift Souls into Light Reminding us of the Dark So we return with Might. My Mighty Magician. Master of my Soul, Master of Night. ✨

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Nobody falls for you, you only fall for yourself Your head stuck on a shelf Nothing but your ego left to sell But you couldnt let it go This hell is already here and melded Manipulation and consideration- All a grey shield Its already been welded. No space for Me.

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May 4, 2017

May 4, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC

Your World

Nobody falls for you, you only fall for yourself Your head stuck on a shelf Nothing but your ego left to sell But you couldnt let it go This hell is already here and melded Manipulation and consideration- All a grey shield Its already been welded. No space for Me.

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Its frustrating to me That a man can hold so much power And make me feel so small And yet... loved. The delicate play Of manipulation Held me in an intricate web Of control. I don't miss Waiting in his web of lies And manipulation. Wondering if I was good enough, Tasty enough For his delicate and dominating sensibilities. If I didn't fit his fancy He'd find another To prey upon. Keeping me at the center Of his web Waiting, Claiming, I was his admired, Beloved. I was adored And should be elated. I saw the freedom Of this resilient spider- All of his eyes looking thirsty. Here I am- the main delight, Waiting in his nest. Funny how he went out searching for more When I've been here, Waiting for him to feast.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC

A Delicate Play

Its frustrating to me That a man can hold so much power And make me feel so small And yet... loved. The delicate play Of manipulation Held me in an intricate web Of control. I don't miss Waiting in his web of lies And manipulation. Wondering if I was good enough, Tasty enough For his delicate and dominating sensibilities. If I didn't fit his fancy He'd find another To prey upon. Keeping me at the center Of his web Waiting, Claiming, I was his admired, Beloved. I was adored And should be elated. I saw the freedom Of this resilient spider- All of his eyes looking thirsty. Here I am- the main delight, Waiting in his nest. Funny how he went out searching for more When I've been here, Waiting for him to feast.

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There is a hum That hears not me But it. The very reflection of itself Ever present Vibrant. Buzzing -It rings A zing, to the Past present and future Its connected. Reminding me to nurture, Release. Dont break the hum Embrace it So it doesnt drone on Rather, the particles bond Dont diffuse it For it is music It is The background to this rhetoric And the catalyst serving as my outlet Usurping my pouting fit Cant let this be a nuissance But rather serve me in this instance For im set to fix This mess thats got me in a twist May i recognize the circumstances That can help me ground this Body ive been given to walk around in. And so i hear the hum That hears not it So i can be here this very moment In a blissful state Instead of discord and dissonance.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC

Hear the Hum

There is a hum That hears not me But it. The very reflection of itself Ever present Vibrant. Buzzing -It rings A zing, to the Past present and future Its connected. Reminding me to nurture, Release. Dont break the hum Embrace it So it doesnt drone on Rather, the particles bond Dont diffuse it For it is music It is The background to this rhetoric And the catalyst serving as my outlet Usurping my pouting fit Cant let this be a nuissance But rather serve me in this instance For im set to fix This mess thats got me in a twist May i recognize the circumstances That can help me ground this Body ive been given to walk around in. And so i hear the hum That hears not it So i can be here this very moment In a blissful state Instead of discord and dissonance.

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Of all the things I truly must be a sad but perky Poet defines me primarily. I'm happy, I'm sad, don't know which way is up. I walk through darkness, with a light-filled cup.

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC

What I Am

Of all the things I truly must be a sad but perky Poet defines me primarily. I'm happy, I'm sad, don't know which way is up. I walk through darkness, with a light-filled cup.

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I'm glad he left me in a Window by the Sea See I had forgotten to Be Truer to Myself than he. And now, drowning in misery, I never seem to feel happy. So it's a relief to stare pensively Through this Window by the Sea, and observe how mesmerizing and brighter my reflection is, Without He who stood beside Me.

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC

A Window by the Sea

I'm glad he left me in a Window by the Sea See I had forgotten to Be Truer to Myself than he. And now, drowning in misery, I never seem to feel happy. So it's a relief to stare pensively Through this Window by the Sea, and observe how mesmerizing and brighter my reflection is, Without He who stood beside Me.

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It was was his reflective eyes And golden hair I loved Of which I am aware. But now this exquisite mirror's gone Left No reflection to share.

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC

Mirror Man

It was was his reflective eyes And golden hair I loved Of which I am aware. But now this exquisite mirror's gone Left No reflection to share.

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Wey, wey went the Willow Woo, woo went the Wind Say, say said the Swallow Mother Earth took a breathe And her core's heartbeat Shut the Swallow up For they All in Silence, Speak.

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC

Silence Speaks

Wey, wey went the Willow Woo, woo went the Wind Say, say said the Swallow Mother Earth took a breathe And her core's heartbeat Shut the Swallow up For they All in Silence, Speak.

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This chariot of heart ache Pulls my heart strings For goodness sake Just the idea of the taste Of your sweet tongue Gliding beneath my lip Makes me salivate. Lets commemorate The good times we had And not feel morose. After all just a dose Of optimism Is like light through a prism Scatters a rainbow bright Feels light No bad imaginings in sight. But then i yearn My stomach turns For our love's fire -so passionate combusted and burned Now it's trapped in an urn. Saved and still present Kept on the mantel I really cant tell If it can be reborn again. "Let it go, for it's not meant to be right now" said my friend. So my heart feels nauseated My stomach is aching They both beat in syncopation. Pit pat. Pit pat. There "we" go...off to the past. Only a memory now. Gone just like that.

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC

Just a Memory

This chariot of heart ache Pulls my heart strings For goodness sake Just the idea of the taste Of your sweet tongue Gliding beneath my lip Makes me salivate. Lets commemorate The good times we had And not feel morose. After all just a dose Of optimism Is like light through a prism Scatters a rainbow bright Feels light No bad imaginings in sight. But then i yearn My stomach turns For our love's fire -so passionate combusted and burned Now it's trapped in an urn. Saved and still present Kept on the mantel I really cant tell If it can be reborn again. "Let it go, for it's not meant to be right now" said my friend. So my heart feels nauseated My stomach is aching They both beat in syncopation. Pit pat. Pit pat. There "we" go...off to the past. Only a memory now. Gone just like that.

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