You don't have to prove yourself
To anyone
You don't have to prove yourself
Just to be accepted into a group
Or into what others think
You should be
The Beauty about life is you have your own
You decide what to do with it
You can be whoever you want
You can do whatever you want
But please don't listen to them
Don't be what they expect
Don't try to make
Yourself fit into their
Box of expectations of who you need to be
Please just be you and not them
~Katt
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
I am in such a **** mood,
the mountains have no meaning.
Big ******* rocks.
**** you, dad.
**** you, Fox News.
**** you, Indiana.
None of you *******
know what irony is.
Google that ****
Jesus Christ.
There are yellow streams--
that's poetic ****
There are ruby stained sheets--
that's blood, obviously,
and, I dunno,
maybe somebody died on a bed?
Everyone can **** my ****
To be or not to be,
that is the
shut the **** up.
Rapists are disgusting people.
They aren't people.
******* idiots.
Romanticizing everything
you wish you had
because
suicide, mental illness,
and eating disorders
make you cool,
riiiigghhhttt?
**** you.
If you do this,
you aren't interesting.
You're just you.
Get used to it.
There are people
that go through
these issues
and they don't think
it's ******* rad,
*******
I hate 75% of the south.
The south will rise again?
Get the **** out of here.
Stalin was a ****
Most writers are *****
Most of them ****
I don't care.
For the love of "God",
if I read one more poem
about what poetry is
or how to define a poet,
I'll slam my head against
a ************* knife.
Some people are so dumb.
Most ******* people.
******* pseudo-knowledge.
Armchair philosophers.
If you guys wanted
to **** yourself,
you could jump
from your ego
to your IQ.
Something, something, imagery.
Metaphor.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
It seems as if I don't know how to coin a poem unless my soul is being tortured in one way or another.
**** someone get me out of this god forsaken bathtub. My heart is bleeding purple ink, my skin has turned to paper.
Let me cry a stream of poems to save myself from dehydration.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Running in sand is like chasing your tail. You're not going to get very far but you're gonna waste a lot of energy.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
To you, my one and only unknown love, I bestow unto you my heart and burning desires.
I've dreamed of our wedding day, and much more to come.
But still with a blank slate, for you, my one and only unknown love.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Your elegance entrances me.
The way you carry your words
the way they roll off your tongue
and melt like butter in my mind.
The way you carry your body
like you own the world
like you own the universe.
I am entranced by your elegance.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
To the one who lost my trust:
You can go **** yourself.
I promise I still love you,
but I tried.
I trusted you and you dropped me,
planned on picking me up at your convenience
where I accepted with a warning
and a second chance.
You had your warning and nothing changed.
You have to earn my trust,
not expect it.
I still love you,
but my heart doesn't trust you.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Am I stupid for believing we ever had a chance to last the long run and make a life for ourselves when at the end we couldn't even hold a conversation?
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
I haven't been myself.
I haven't bled in two months.
I haven't wrote in over a month.
I haven't exercised in three weeks.
I haven't picked up a book in two weeks.
I haven't had a panic attack in five days.
I haven't slept in three days.
I haven't cried in two days.
I haven't missed you in...
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
why is it two years later i still find myself crying over your death
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC