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 Jul 2018 Katelyn Billat
Polar
He
 Jul 2018 Katelyn Billat
Polar
He
He speaks the language of flowers
Quietly toiling in his garden
Digging, raking and smoothing soil,
Gently coaxing nature to match his vision.
He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs
Regarding them as friends.
He follows seasons, moon and stars
As others do people
Enthralled at the changes they bring.
He listens as the birds sing
Watching with joy as
Fledgling take wing.
No matter when
   I shut my eyes
I dream
of a world
   Of  passion
I will
        Forever
Divide along
       With
     For
        with
          her
         my life
       has new sense
          Moonstruck for
               her taste,
             She is
       the poet
           I won’t
        stop
             Talking
                or
             writing
                     about
the universe welcomes you home -
with its
arms stretched wide with
constellations;
it calls your name to form
art with you.

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ. ɪ'ᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ғᴜʟʟ."

so i hope that when i look away,
know it's not of indifference.
it's not that i can't see you,
but it's because -

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ
ᴀʟʟ
ɪ
sᴇᴇ.

and just like an unworthy mortal
looking at gods...
they can't help but look away
from beauty.
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
 May 2018 Katelyn Billat
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 May 2018 Katelyn Billat
Barker
We fell in love,
Despite our differences
And once we did,
Something rare,
And beautiful was
Created
(c)ibarker
 May 2018 Katelyn Billat
Natasha
I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
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