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 May 2017 Katie Lo
Pablo Picasso
mature man
holding his nose
to life
desires young woman
who
is indifferent to
oranges
and longs for those
days
before umbrellas
Out of Greek myth, she
Glowed at the party and proved,
Stories I had told.
 May 2014 Katie Lo
cameran
yes i said i was done loving you,
but i would be lying if i said
that my heart doesn't jump
at the thought of you.
ughhh
 Feb 2014 Katie Lo
Natasha
come close




                                                                  lay next to me


I need to feel





                                                                     important


So, stay close






                                                                     remain next to me







                                                                                                                              I need to feel




    important.



                                                      Holding all





                                                                                                  the weight in my life



then you turn and you walk away from me
City and Colour - Weightless
 Feb 2014 Katie Lo
Peach
Heartless
 Feb 2014 Katie Lo
Peach
With patience he caressed my heart
His filthy hands gleefully left
Sticky black ink stains
He told me they would always remain

With determination I cut my heart out
My tainted hands painfully ripped
At blood filled sinew and muscle
I told him it would be like he never existed and grabbed a shovel

© 2013-2014 Peach
 Feb 2014 Katie Lo
Lappel du vide
chugging nyquil
with black haired girls
in the bathroom, with my bones shivering in anticipation
and cold,
at the same time
it hit half an hour later,
my hands are covered in charcoal
my thoughts are sinking to the
muddy bottom,
i stare at the space just above the clock for a little,
swaying to the rhythm
"why'd you only call me when you're high?"
well,
i'm not high
but i'm drifting somewhere in between
and i only wish
i could hear your voice.
Just ten minutes after I'd revved the engine
I was only nine miles away from the love of my life
Day dreaming of when we’d met just eight short months ago
Soaring at seventy down that country road
Only six more miles until she’d be in my arms again
Five years ago thoughts of love would have seemed so far out of sight
Yet four times I've already proposed, “too soon,” she’d always say
Amazing how in three seconds your entire life can change
With just two tires there’s little room for error
When one blew out I hit the asphalt, hard
In a wreck like that there’s zero chance I’d survive
One hour later the ambulance arrived at last
EMTs pressed two paddles against my chest
Shocks were delivered three times
At the hospital doctors performed four operations
Five months I spent in a coma
Followed by six months of physical therapy relearning to walk
In time all seventeen broken bones had set and healed
It cost me eight grand to buy a new bike
Now nine years later I’m still riding, fearless, wife on the back
The tenth time I asked, she finally said yes
 Feb 2014 Katie Lo
Quinn
As fortune fades with all our golden virtues; we are left to taste the bitter morality of our truths. Left alone with ourselves; we lie. Most of all we pretend to distract us from fate. How cruel our existence; as we aim high and fall short. Plumet and fall; Falling is our destiny. Man with it's greed and emptiness. We will fall as it is foretold. Had not newton spoke of this. And, oh, shall we plumet. Burning as we fall. Our "Humanity" shall be our deaths; least of all the end. Let man swallow the sun and the shadows swallow man. Our naivety makes us weak as we pretend to not see; we choose to be blind. Truth will shine through. It always does. It is the sick twisted way that fate has of reminding us that we live by threads. Cut your threads and jump. For fate has no hold over us now. Take the calloused blood stained hand of man and plunge it into the ice cold bitterness. Cleanse yourself of falsehoods. Remember who you are. We've all seem to forgotten in our maddened state. Shed your skins; Come out of the darkness. Hark the generation anew. Are we strong enough for such a task. The world of man is fickle and ever changing but the tide of fate is strong. Wade through the stream and get swept away. Drown in the tide; Forget what you've become. It shall be your doom.
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