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Katelyn Billat Feb 2018
Orange faded into a dull blue
In the winter sky.
Behind the houses,
It blazed bright
Only visible on the
Very tops of trees.
It looked as though
The end of the branches,
Reaching towards the sky,
Were on fire.
The iced twigs glowed
With a vibrant orange
Setting the neighborhood
On fire,
And my mind ablaze.
Katelyn Billat Feb 2018
I used to think I didn't belong anywhere
No
That's a lie
I used to think I didn't belong anywhere
Because I belonged everywhere.
But now I know I do belong somewhere
One specific place in this world.
Because when my hand is on your chest
And your finger tips are
Tracing my arm, and my back,
Mine running through your hair,
When I can hear your
Heart beat against my ear,
I belong
I belong right there in your arms.
And you darling,
Belong in mine.
Katelyn Billat Feb 2018
My first kiss,
Was a rush of equanimity,
A realization,
It was not the thing
Of fairy tales
But the tranquility of the moment,
Had made it perfect.
Somehow,
I knew exactly what to do.
I was not dumb founded at all.
The way our lips locked
And locked again. . .
And again. . .
Was like the world had stopped
Nothing else mattered but you
And me
And you
And you.
Katelyn Billat Jan 2018
I watch the dust particles,
floating in the glow of
The computer screen.
My eyes focus on one until it
Gets lost in the darkness.
Perhaps they land on my eyelashes.

"Do the work,"
I tell myself
"Just write down the stupid answers,
Just half-*** it like you always do."

My mind is in constant battle
With my body.
I know all the things I need to do,
Yet my body will not cooperate.

"Just do something!"

I tell myself this as I
Stare at nothing,
At air,
Like some insane
Catatonic person.
Katelyn Billat Dec 2017
The trees were iced over, gleaming white.
They lined the railroad
As if the tracks were a red carpet
Awaiting royal steps.
Suddenly we appeared in the frosty scene,
Like children exploring our world.
The trees watched on silent,
yearning for a reaction.
Maybe he could be their king.
Oh, maybe I could be their queen.
Katelyn Billat Dec 2017
It was a cold dark night.
The moon hung bright
In the starry eternal sky.

It was a night I
Would usually be afraid of,
But as we shivered on the dock,
Surrounded by the shimmering water,
I was at ease.
In your arms I felt peace.
Katelyn Billat Dec 2017
A free ocean mind
With piercing siren eyes
Beach golden locks
A sunset soul
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