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Jul 2023 · 3.0k
A Poets Curse
Kata Jul 2023
Curse the poets blood.
No matter how much I cut myself, I cannot bleed it away.
Curse the poets skin.
I cannot tear it off, it holds everything in.
Curse the poets feet.
The more I try to run away, the more they dig in, rooted to the words that ground my life.
Curse the poets tears.
They provide no comfort. They blur my vision, wet my pages and smudge my ink.
Curse the poets mind.
At times I dream of throwing it all away. But I cannot differentiate between reality and figments of creativity.
Jun 2023 · 1.6k
A Dark-Skinned Poet
Kata Jun 2023
I am trapped in my skin
Wrapped up and dripping in black ink
It colours me transparent, there is no escape.
Where i go, it goes.
words are my salvation.
They hold everything in, poetry spilling from the seams.
I walk around with midnight holding close to me.
I am my shadows shadow, hard to tell the difference
Jun 2023 · 95
Learning to Speak
Kata Jun 2023
There are too many moments in my life
when i had the words.
i could have warmed the room,
affirmed with love, comforted tears.
and chose not to.
i have long become sheltered by my writing.
i let the fear of my tongue hold me back.
love has asked me to better,
and i have refused.
never again.
Mar 2022 · 121
Cursing at the mirror
Kata Mar 2022
Curse the poetic blood
No matter how much I cut myself
I fail to bleed it all away
Curse the Poets skin
I cannot tear it off
It holds everything in
Curse the Poets feet
The more I try run away
The more they dig in, rooted to the words that paint my life.
Curse the poetic tears
They bring no comfort, they blur my view and wet my pages, smudge my ink
Curse the Poets mind
At times, I dream of ways to throw it all away
Curse my poetic heart
But there is love here
And so we cheer this life on.
Feb 2022 · 124
We Are Not Enough
Kata Feb 2022
We are all talk
We are all advice
We are theories
We are all philosophy
Too many opinions
Too much knowledge
Too much water, nothing holding us
Nothing giving shape
We are all shapeless
Too little back bone
Not enough spine
We are all pages
None of us are books
We are all something
None are enough
Too much thinking
Not enough living
We don't do
We haven't done
None are perfect
For We do not practice
Too many preachers
Kata Apr 2020
At 10, I didn’t plan to stay long.
This inhibited my ability
To think forward.
Equally, I struggle to look back.
I rebranded this, as living in the moment.
Truth is, I never planned to make it to 24.
And now that I’m almost there.
I just can’t figure out what to do with myself.

- Kata
Apr 2020 · 124
My Great Discomfort
Kata Apr 2020
There is a warmth missing from me
A coldness about my being
A kindness put to sleep
I don’t care enough
Perhaps I once did, perhaps I will again
But that part of me is broken, now.
I have this timid fear
Of never being able to care enough
Maybe this is the warmth missing from me.
The empty coldness that shadows my happiness
The uneasy sway to my stillness.
My great discomfort.

- Kata
Apr 2020 · 91
A Violence About Me
Kata Apr 2020
There is a warmth missing from me
A coldness about my being
A kindness put to sleep
There is a violence about me
And I am tortured by my inability to describe it
There is an imbalance to my stillness
An uneasy sway, it causes a great discomfort
As I write this, I am greatly discomforted

- Kata
Kata Apr 2020
There is a warmth missing from me
I cannot figure out what it is.
I get this feeling
A shadowy empty coldness
Lurking from the corner of my happiness.
And it runs away, whenever
I ask what it is.

- Kata
Mar 2020 · 111
He Was Born As The Sun
Kata Mar 2020
And on the darker side of the sun
He sits in the shadow of happiness
A shadow of yesterdays, yesterdays
he cannot allow himself to remember or
feel. Or talk about or cry about.

On the darker side of the sun, it is
every bit as cold as he could imagine
It is every bit of lonely, without company
There is only uncried tears, unfelt pain
forgotten memories, unspoken, strained
desperate and unanswered pleadings
of help. Littered around him were all the
reasons to stop living and it was these very
reasons that froze over the darker side of the sun

Here, on the darker side of the sun
land of the icy breathe,
charred lungs, ****** gums, burnt guts
twisted spines and a deformed sense
of belonging. he was home. A useless
tongue, never good for anything. Able
hands, only good for one thing,
poetry, maybe ***...nothing useful
I'm afraid.

On the darker side of the sun
the shadows belonged to the mountains
mountains that separated
the two sides of the sun.

Now, there is a boy on the brighter side of the sun
he could not see the other side,
so for a long time, the brighter side
of the sun was the only side of the
sun he knew. He could not see the
mountains, there were no shadows, it
was never cold.

On the brighter side
of the sun, blinding as it is
it was never hot.

A light without
heat, a life without soul is all the
boy knew. A desert without rain. But
who is anyone to say if the
desert misses the rains. Who is to
say that the desert knows of the
rain at all. this is how the boy
lived on the brighter side of the sun.

always thirsty but never knowing it
always hungry but never feeling it
always bright but never warm
always something but never everything
or anything that mattered. But who was
to say, because, on the brighter side of the
sun, he was still alone, it was every
bit as lonely, without company

there is only uncried tears, unfelt pain,
forgotten memories, unspoken, strained,
desperate and unanswered pleadings of
help. this was the brighter side of
the sun, all light and no heat.

But he was born as the sun.
"May we give our children, childhoods they won't have to heal from."
Sep 2018 · 254
The 1st Bouquet
Kata Sep 2018
You are the orange hue of dawn
You are a sun that warms but never burns
The fires of your hell burn in flavours known to me
Not to be mistaken for religion, but I long for the heaven in you
The haven that is you.

As you grow into my heart,
I can feel my instincts here for you
I learned first, how not to drown you
And now I am learning how to water you
You are a garden of daisies, a sky full of clouds
You are Fanta in a wine glass, the view in front of an ocean
With a smile that can tame mountains, and a laugh that sets them all free
I look at you, and there is something to be seen.

- Kata
She is the death of my poetry.
And i am not even in love yet.
Aug 2017 · 268
I Don't Want This Medicine.
Kata Aug 2017
I think there is something leaking into me.
I’ve been sea bound and aimless since birth.
I’ve drowned a few times but
My insides have always remained dry.
Seas of emotion have roared at me,
But I’ve always had a certain quiet within me.
I’ve learned that just because I can’t hear their voices,
Doesn’t mean they won’t **** me in my sleep.
So here I am, a sick man but I feel healthy.
Is this what hope feels like?
I think there is something leaking into me.
- Kata
Kinda sort of attached to my brokenness.
Also I have no confidence in hope.
We make our own hell.
Jul 2017 · 313
Hell to the small fears
Kata Jul 2017
I’ve got a violence in my dreams.
It’s about happiness.
And how I seem to be uncomfortable with it.
It’s like the sin I can’t swallow.
And I’m a little scared that one day, I’ll get tired of chewing.
- Kata
Jul 2017 · 248
The Best Of Me
Kata Jul 2017
I live for your moans.
But when you go to sleep, it’s a work of art.
On my chest, in my heart.
It’s not all lust, but none of it is love.
It’s not all truth, but none of it is lies.
Forgive me if I’m tragically comfortable in my humanity.
I’ll have you waking up to melanin for breakfast but
I don’t want to miss you in my coffee,
So I kiss your knees and try to be bold.
I’m not all good, but may the best of me be true.
- Kata
Jun 2017 · 318
Vodka Bottles
Kata Jun 2017
And so I told her that my words
Resemble ***** bottles.
I told her that no one gets drunk off just the bottle.
It’s the spirit in the bottle that has you toppling over tables of fear,
And stepping in pools of regret.
It’ll have you slurring confessions of love
To people you have to constantly remind yourself to forget.
It’ll have you dumb happy and stupidly sad.
It’s the spirit that drags out the temptation
Of all that you want to do to her.
Of all that you want to be for her.
I mean, if the bottle has no spirit, why the **** is it called *****?
Similarly, if the words have no spirit,
Why the **** are we calling it poetry?
- Kata
Jun 2017 · 332
A Love Poem.
Kata Jun 2017
I’m just saying
If love had your voice
I wouldn’t mind talking to it.
If love had your lips, I’d undoubtedly kiss them.
If love had your throat,
I’d shove my **** down that ****.
And with a fist full of its hair
Tell it to swallow.

As you gag and choke
You might feel a slight discomfort.
But it is in this moment
That you’ll realise,
That love doesn’t care about your feelings.
And knowing this, you will understand
That knowledge may be power, but that power will make you weak.
Truth is, you’re enjoying every moment of this.
But a truth poorly expressed is a lie.
So **** this **** with a little more passion baby girl.
- kata
Love isn't always sweet.
But in the hard times, it's who you loving that makes all the difference.
Jun 2017 · 332
Winter For The People.
Kata Jun 2017
Of all the things I hate about people
It’s that when things are bad, we forget that they were ever good.
Our inability to say thank you for ever being.
Blinded by winter, we act like these barren trees
Weren’t once littered with flowers,
And their lush greens didn’t once smell of hope.
I understand that in winter, days move slowly and minutes are forever
But India Arie once sang, that after winter must come spring.
So put a jersey on, boil some water
And don’t lose sight of your humanity.
Of all the things I hate about people
This is the saddest
- Kata
When it's time to hurt, you will hurt.
When it's time to be happy, you will be happy.

In happiness, never forget your pain.
In pain, never forget your happiness.
Balance is key.
May 2017 · 205
Untitled
Kata May 2017
People love with all the good and careless in them,
Yet it all goes bad.
So she told me to love her in the dark.
And truth be told, that's the only way I know how to love her.
But in the dark we're so convinced that the stars in the sky
Are the scars on our skin.
And as your moans tumble to the ground,
I am convinced that there's an ocean in your smile.
****! Timid hope has me believing in a love so pure,
You can wash your hands in it.
- Kata
May 2017 · 1.3k
Bad Religion
Kata May 2017
A cloud is a cloud, and a silver lining
Is a silver lining
Find no meaning in them, find no hope
Because a daisy is only a flower
And the moon, nothing but a rock
Find no magic in them, find no confidence
Sometimes leaves fall only because they can
And beauty lacks poetry
When words have no power, and wisdom becomes
A childish heritage
Find no reason in it, find no fault
It is a bad religion, to believe that everything can be more
Than what it is.
- Kata
A thing can only be what it is.
Apr 2017 · 481
Poetry.
Kata Apr 2017
Sometimes it’s like trying to hold your words together
While everything about you is falling apart
It’s like the weight of her laughter to lighten the load
It’s drinking until the last drop, only to feel as empty as the bottle
It’s telling the same truth, in as many lies as possible
In these words, there’s something more than everything
But my loneliness wants no part in this
In these words, there’s something less than nothing
This is the darkness that was blessed to us
This is poetry.
- Kata
Poetry made me, it's had such an impact on my life. And I'm grateful for discovering this talent we've all been blessed with.
Kata Mar 2017
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
Kata Mar 2017
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
Jan 2017 · 1.5k
The coolest love
Kata Jan 2017
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.
Dec 2016 · 387
I'm looking from afar
Kata Dec 2016
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
Dec 2016 · 577
I can't weight
Kata Dec 2016
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.
Nov 2016 · 459
Winter
Kata Nov 2016
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
Oct 2016 · 338
Blame It On The Alcohol
Kata Oct 2016
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
Kata Sep 2016
Love gets you high
But in my knowledge there's a gravity
And to my knowledge and illusion
So I float, but I never fly
Savagery runs in my blood
But
I'm a romantic at heart
Simply put
A sheep in wolf's skin
Sep 2016 · 417
Poets Curse
Kata Sep 2016
Don't you just hate it?
When pain, turns poetic.
Why does it never stay ugly?
Disgusting.
Why the depth?
I'm a Poet.
Because of this, I can never feel pain
Without seeing the beauty.
I hate it
Sep 2016 · 648
Heavy
Kata Sep 2016
The Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest
I'm not ready to bear such a weight
Never will I be
Please get better.
Sep 2016 · 682
Ugh
Kata Sep 2016
Ugh
Apparently it feels like
Everything you’ve ever lost
Come back to you
Craving. Fearing. Wanting
Failed attempts at imagining it
The struggle between
Letting your mind wonder
And trying not to lose it
Aug 2016 · 402
Coffee Induced Poetry
Kata Aug 2016
Her voice tastes just like
Childhood memories
Joyfully lonely
Vividly sweet with a sour pinch of grazed knees
It burns with flavour
And I think I want to love her
It could be the coffee talking
▶️Micheal Kiwanuka X The Final Frame
Aug 2016 · 377
Paper Like The Sea
Kata Aug 2016
So many things I try to tell you
So many things I try to say
But my words all fall like empires
On a sea of dead white wood
.
.
.
I've written words
Most about you
A few you'll read
None you'll know are for you
Aug 2016 · 308
It's all in your head.
Kata Aug 2016
Confusion
Uncertainty
Fear

The monsters under my bed.
Aug 2016 · 337
Speech Impairment
Kata Aug 2016
I write
So you can read
The way I feel
Because, the way I feel
I can never say
Aug 2016 · 321
Comfort Zone
Kata Aug 2016
There is
More black than white
More shade than light
Fewer days than night
I am comfortable here
Sometimes you need to step out your comfort zone
Jul 2016 · 373
The Reality.
Kata Jul 2016
I do not want a fairytale love.
I want something real.
Reality is what you make of it.
It is what you choose it to be.
And if I choose you,
Then I know that it is real.
Jul 2016 · 373
Only Fools Rush In.
Kata Jul 2016
To them, the fools that fell in love
Heaven help them.
Hell praise them.
World forgive them.
To them, the fools that fell in love
You are the lucky ones.
Jul 2016 · 322
Human.
Kata Jul 2016
Out in the dark
We are all animals
I have no confidence in hope
We make our own hell
Jul 2016 · 365
Let's Spill Some Words
Kata Jul 2016
Let me write about how dark rooms make me think about it.
Let me write about the pain I inflict upon myself.
The timid hope I have that doesn't fear my cynicism.
The brief moments of belief, of yearning,
That at times last too long.
Let me write of things I know nothing of.
Let me write, because that's all I know how to do.
Jun 2016 · 381
Clouded Minds
Kata Jun 2016
She wants me
But she is too close to all the things that broke me
I want her
But I am too close to all the things that are broken in her
So we stand far apart,
whole days pass
At dusk,
A silhouette of all we can be for each other
Too afraid to have our heads in the clouds
For clouded minds don’t see bigger pictures
The light in me says
You are trying to fight something you do not know  
The dark in me says
You can’t fight what you do not know.
Jun 2016 · 426
How It Goes
Kata Jun 2016
I have a way with words.
But only when I write them down.
I am sorry, this is always how it goes I have trouble speaking to people.
So much so, that sometimes I wish to peel off my skin
And wear these words instead.
Let this black ink colour me transparent.
And pull out my tongue, because
It reminds me how it all went wrong.
Jun 2016 · 644
A Kindness Gone To Bed
Kata Jun 2016
It's 03:51
I wake up in a hurry.
Room black as the skin blessed to me.
Muddled thoughts, an innocent guilt.
I forgot to say goodnight,
So good morning

-Kata

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