I like my simple way of writing
It represents who I am
And who I sometimes want to be
I like the way I think, I’ve found a certain freedom in it
But that freedom exists nowhere else
Not in any ***** nor sinew nor bone
Django is a free slave.
Too long I’ve been feeling like a trail gone cold
Pull me by the back of my throat, rest in the bed of my bones
And call me home
Because I’m lost, and maybe I just want to be found.
- Kata

I’ve been craving female companionship as of late. The need to have her in my presence at all times. I want her, face against the wall with joyfully erratic breathing, hands tied behind her back. I want her on all fours, head swivelled my direction with a smiling look of pleasure. I want her legs wide open for me, only because it’s me, only because it’s her. I want my tongue to make musical instruments of her ******* and *******. I want her to put me in her mouth so I can see her eyes tearing with shameless sin. I want her in her parents’ bedroom, I want her in tut rooms and auditoriums, I want her in the back of my car, in McDonalds, in elevators, under restaurant tables and on top of kitchen counters, I want her to say my name under soft moans during rough rounds. I want her in as savage a manner as possible.

I want her sitting in silence with me. I want her to listen to my ramblings, to sit there and be present. To exist. I want her to have her own ramblings, to educate me. I want her lips to be available for me at all times, for my head to make pillows of her chest. I want to introduce her to Ben Howard and Tom Misch, to Planet Hulk and The Pixar Theory. I want flowers to remind me of her. I want her to cradle me when Chelsea loses, to stroke her hair and rub her tummy when she has monstrous cramps. I want to hear ‘I love you’ over loud laughs between soft kisses. I want her on butterfly wings. I don’t know who she is, but dear God I want her to laugh, because I know I’m going to love her laugh.

I want so much from her, I want her to want so much from me. I want so much that I never wanted before. Only thing I’ve been wanting was to feel again, now I need to feel again in order to get what I want. I want her. I want more than me.

I’ve been feeling a certain emptiness
I feel like I’m not enough
I’m not enough to make myself as happy as I want to be.
I feel like there is nothing more I can do for myself.
For so long, I’ve been happy because all I’ve wanted, I’ve given myself
Or I’ve taken, but
I don’t satisfy myself anymore,
And I can’t take what I now want.
I think, for the first time in a long time, I feel lonely.
- Kata

And in return, what will love do for you?
It gives you, your all back
Every coal and diamond that you are
Every sunflower and lunar tide
Every ocean wave and 90’s RnB
Every Afro and Africa that you are made of
It’ll write poems, it’ll sing, it’ll paint, and it’ll smile and wave
It’ll build ******* art out of you
And in that art there is a truth, and that truth is on our side.

I think she knows how Lunar
She is
How Sunflower, how Winter
How Rose's and Giggles
I mean, it's impossible to not recognize such
******* ridiculous to be honest

Days are clouds and wine, we’re feeling fine
For some it comes slow, but so far
It hasn’t come at all
Your name numbs my tongue
But I can taste you in the back of my head
Heavy thoughts
But the weight of your laughter to lighten the load.

Indifference is the sin at my door.
It is my wave, my shark, my demon in the dark.
I try my best to embrace this darkness in which I swim.
But when did feeling become such an accomplishment?
My coffee stained lips have me kissing, searching for
Times when pipes bursts,
Soaking you in the heat of the moment.
But indifference takes the heat out of the moment,
And I tire of being cold.
- Kata

Drunk and taking girls I don't need
Drunk and taking girls that aren't mine
Bottle no sooner empty, than it was full
It's the heaviest feeling of them all
I am trouble by my emptiness
When there are no words
That's when it's hurts the most
When there is no feeling
That is when I fear the most