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Katie Apr 2017
Does it free you?
As you fly above the dark clouds,
Amidst wings of steel and rubber,
Dials, meters, readings distracting,
Pulling your eyes from horizons
But that's not why you're there.
It's that single moment,
Hidden above that grey barrier
When you pass a break
And look down on to the
Greens and blues and whites
Of everyday life
And at that moment.

You are free.
Truly.
  Apr 2017 Katie
欣快
Tug me into the ocean, deeper and darker, take me to heaven
I'm predictable, baby, and my poetry fits in the waves
but the ocean functions the same, cover me in your water
and turn me into the summer breeze I'm powerless, unseen
melt me like ice cream in a summer day, bring me to my knees to pray
dance me like a bonfire, wash the sand off my sweater or just
let me wear yours when this feeling needs rekindling

and suddenly all my favorite songs were about you
and suddenly all my favorite poems were about you
close your eyes to what you can't imagine, sixty seven
hours spent with you and I'm falling into you deeper than the sea
and hot like I'm dancing in your island flames
just to speed my heartbeat to match and catch yours
Katie Mar 2017
Despite it all, all that you have done;
Hurt my soul and crushed my heart,
And destroyed all that we had won,
As easily as one tosses a dart.

I still feel your breath on my neck,
I hear your whispers when I sleep,
I find I still desire you in this shipwreck
That I call my heart, and I weep.
                
You won't leave my mind alone,
I see you when I close my eyes.
For these sins, I cannot atone,
Even after our final goodbyes.

I dreamed of you again, you see,
All throughout the night.
Oh won't you set my soul free?
And end my eternal plight?
Katie Mar 2017
Think of me not
As words on a page,
As pointless marks,
On a blank white sheet

Think of me not
As pretentious drabble,
Written only to make
You think of sin

Think of me not
As some ancient tale,
My relevance in the world
Now useless and outdated,

Instead, think of me
As your caring friend,
Listening to what you say
And helping you live on

Think of me not
As Poetry.

Think of me
As life
In my opinion, this is the best one I ever cranked out, being about the importance of poetry and it's impact on my life. Well, I'm proud of it anyway.
Katie Mar 2017
As I look into your empty eyes
I wonder what they've seen
Were they once filled with joy?
Will you be missed? By who?
Just how did you live you life?
And how did it bring you here?
Here, amongst piled leaves and grass
Cold, Alone, Empty
Even if Nobody else does.
I'll remember.
**** right I'll remember. I can see the poor thing as clearly today as I could all those months ago.
Katie Mar 2017
Crimson petals drawing crimson water,
A beacon of love with thorns beneath.
His darkened eyes, he sought her;
Only dark intentions underneath.

White as snow, with purest thoughts,
He drew her to his field of hurt,
Where only pain could be wrought.
There was no truth to assert.

Bright as fire, radiant as dawn,
But fire destroys as well as create.
Out of the ashes, hate was reborn.
Hate would serve as the fish’s bait.

Dark as night, fearful, alone.
Most cower from his advance.
But together, they could atone,
And in each other, found romance.
If I recall, this one was about escaping toxic relationships to find a healthy one, but I mostly remember that the original draft was the best one and that I lost it to time.
Katie Mar 2017
You stood by my side
Through this world of hurt,
In only you I could confide
The only one I could convert.

But all changed

My hands are bloodied,
My eyes are stained,
My mind is muddied,
Your pain is sustained.

So I told you.

A murderer, a tool for hire
I lent you money in blood
You threw it away, disgusted.
And ran, and I stood.

And the shot was taken.
The original meaning of this poem is lost to me, but reading it I feel the pain of one losing somebody they care about.
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