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Kate Apr 2015
We were gifted with tongues so our mind wouldn't explode
Kate Apr 2015
Tell me how I feel
Do I seem a little bit off to you?
Please speak for me

Ask me how I am
Did I stutter? I'm okay
Wait, you asked how was my day?

Don't look at the details
I forgot and got distracted
Trust me, I promise

Can't you tell...
I need to be alone
Otherwise I will hurt you
Kate Apr 2015
They say artist have a unique way
Of looking at this place we call our world
We miss that there is more they don't display
Unlucky their vision has been disturbed

You see, we think we live in harmony
Blindly going on with our restless lives
Ripping off their band-aide now nakedly
To only be looked at as a lowlife

Facing the truth in a perspective matter
By various colors and feelings
Watch as they pick a beautiful flower
Painting black to give it a new meaning

But even though they bring much delight
They are curse with the artist eyesight
A sonnet
Kate Apr 2015
Have you heard of the garden?
The Garden of Bones?
It’s filled with lost souls
Who play hopscotch at night

Will you come with me?
To the Garden of Bones
We can dance among the headstones
Until we too feel dead inside

Don’t you love it here?
In the Garden of Bones
We won’t ever have to go home
Here with our ancestors we reunite

Don’t be afraid
Of the Garden of Bones
They are just like you
But far less skin tight
Kate Apr 2015
Inside of me you started a fire
That was done by your lovely lighter

One that was soon to die out
For my thoughts were thought to be too loud

Its easy to bring silence on the mind
When you been shot up in the spine too many times

Not with a gun but a medicine needle
Proving the fact that we were never equal

Maybe you should string my corset a little tighter
After all I never been much of a fighter

Don't think of me as weak
I express my self in the form of pen and ink

I'm starting to break free of this prison
In a form that doesn't require the color of crimson

And if I don't succeed ill give you the key
To write my name in the diary of defeat

It might take endless amounts of attempts
But I can't live much longer with this noose around my neck

Like telling a smoker to give up cigarettes
You might as well quit and forget

Ill disappear without a notice
That will be my one and only promise

And while your standing there alone
You'll then identifi what I failed to shown
Kate Mar 2015
Your unforeseen touch gives me chills
Your strong hands hold me still
Acting in anger
A complete stranger
Would you actually hurt me for real...
Kate Mar 2015
Those eyes of yours are so taunting
With an hard expression that rarely vanishes
Demanding yet gentle hands dipped in poison
Used for showing your "undying" passion
An ******* boyfriend
And we are in love

The ever so growing darkness is emerging
Two bodies huddle close in a little blue car
Not a single soul is in sight
For the parking lot is empty now
Quiet exhales fills the air from me
After a careful turn of the key

You open the passengers door
Anxious I am, of your new presence
For you are unpredictable when were alone
Like the silence before a storm
Anticipating what will come next
And then it hits me

Wet sloppy tongue over my close mouth
I gave you a questioning glance as you laugh
He is eager tonight
The arm rest that separates you from me gets lifted
Eliminating the only barrier between us
You embrace me in your husky arms

The touch of your cold hand on my breast
As you kiss me with longing desire this time
Those tempting fingers sliding down my hip
Closer to where you can get the best of me
Normally I would try to stop you
But I guess you sort of knew, I had gave up

You take this opportunity without a second thought
It was something you always wanted but I have refused
All of sudden our lips depart, you have stopped
"I feel guilty, for touching you there."
I realize with self-disgust how willing I am
When I wouldn't put up my own fight
A narrative poem
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