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 Feb 2018 Katelyn Billat
Amanda
Too long have I waited
The heat of you, the smell of you
You make me
Miss you
This yearning, longing for you
I cannot quiet the fire
You make me
Burn
I see the smoulder in your eyes
Taste the desperate need on your lips
You make me
Breathless
I feel your body, contours so familiar
As your arms wrap around me
You make me
Feel alive
In a deep tidal rhythm that ebbs and flows
I am rising, racing up high, higher
You make me
Fly
Arms entangled, our hearts slowly fall to a quiet beat
As breath deepens, readying for sleep. You kiss me.
You make me
Love you
Her name was Sarah M. Walker
The M stands for Marie
And she didn't want to change her name
If she ever got married
She loved the smell of gentle roses
and the sound of melodic violins  
She captured her favorite moments with photographs
and always secretly wanted a twin
She always said her prayers at night
and deeply loved her mother
She wore her hair in cascading waves
and was never a good bluffer
She read all about her world and others
and admired every act of bravery
And if she ever had a daughter
She wanted to name her Avery
She cherished all her time alone
because herself was her best friend
Fascinated by the things
she could never fully comprehend
Her name was  Sarah M. Walker
The M stands for Marie
And she didn't want to change her name
If she ever got married
This is half of the poem and just the first draft. I will eventually post the full completed poem. So comment feedback!!
 Feb 2018 Katelyn Billat
Amanda
I can tell a tale of a thousand tongues and whisper sweet wisdom into your ear, but you’re too busy sobbing about yester year to feel the calm that my voice is encompassing you with.
Age is just a number and time is man made creation so do any of these really have any severe impact on the world?
I inhale your sorrow and exhale creation but does it make a difference if you would rather tumble around in self hatred?
Skip skip the record goes and you would rather play the same song then perhaps listen to the melody of new.
I fly then I cry but I hold my head high so I can be easily seen in a crowd.
You take my hand but as soon as you see the edge of the forest you cry that you’re afraid of the light.
I offer you sunglasses to shield your vision but you lament that black is just not your colour.
Excuses and fears is all that I hear but I try to tell you to just take a step.
Frozen ground it may be but soon it will be spring and the snow will turn back into green grass, but all you see is the winter full of death and desolation.
Unable to move, frozen in fear I attempt to carry you but you kick and you scream so I put you back down.
So I say my good byes and maybe tomorrow we will try again.
But tomorrow never comes, it turns into weeks and then months, and suddenly you are nothing more then a stranger.
But a part of me knows that sometimes I cross your mind, and when it does may it only be of love.
For sometimes I think of you too and think perhaps I should’ve brought you some boots.
im constantly caught up in the past,
in the what-ifs,
in the what-could-have-beens.

the future scares me,
so i retreat to nostalgia.
my favorite friend.

she makes my heart so sad,
yet so full of joy.
She won’t hide even though the storm is coming
The clouds try to distort and drown her face
But she’s brightly glowing, remaining sound
She’s my constant and she is peace
She lights our way to say the least
And you’ll look up to her in your sleep
As her waves calm you in the night
She will wane and wander til it’s light
Until all is right within everyone’s heart
Just another day goes by, we won’t always be apart
When the sun seems to stop shining, she’ll find me again
Beaming down with all her love
As if she’s more than a friend


<3
 Feb 2018 Katelyn Billat
Lora Lee
If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes
)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
                       tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
                              throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
        and love
and love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrOcxD3IWW0
A transparent glow peeks through a crack in the old door,
I reach out to the mottled handle and pull it open,
Silver light chases the darkness across the room as it fills the space,
I look out as the heavenly body lights the cool, still landscape,
Then all is dimmed by the passing of a shimmering cloud,
I look up at an orchestra of stars, singing with light,
Breathing in the cool air,
Breathing out into the world of twilight,
An invisible wind dances with the trees as their leaves spin and speak,
Flashes of silvers and blues flowering from moment to moment with ease,
The river salutes with a quiver,
Blades of light dancing across the surface as it meanders across a sculpted land,
An owl calls into the blackness of an ancient wood which is home,
Water takes shape in the valley below like a snake formed from a magic once forgotten,
The mist drifts, roams and rambles down the valley in its own effortless serenity,
Dew dropped grass glistens as it greets the flowing breeze, with a bow only to stand to attention for their next meet,
I see nature move as one in the stillness, as I nature myself move through the eternal space,
Gliding through the moment,
A silhouetted lone bench sits on stones which shine as jewels in the night,
Silence is broken as I step only to fall back into which it came,
I sit,
I watch,
And fade away into the beautiful tranquil night.
I'm sitting on the sidewalk and it starts to rain
I like the rain
it's romantic

Flashback to a different sidewalk walk to my car arm in arm in the streetlights of the passing cars dancing through our eyes
we kissed
and the rain tracked teardrops down our cheeks
because god knew we wouldn't do it ourselves

through the storm in our eyes
lines blurred between object and malice
problems rose up from the primordial goo of my personality
evaporating into lust and distrust
my insecurities manifest like rainclouds in her independent sky

I'm sitting on the sidewalk and it starts to rain
I like the rain
it's romantic
numb phone plastered against my face

I told her she was ready to pull the trigger from date one
Her stalwart no's were a pressure like her fingers, rifling through the hair on the back of my head

I'm sitting on a sidewalk
the rain tracks teardrops down my cheeks.
because god knew i wouldn't do it myself.
As I walk through the streets, it’s words that follow me
Observations that surround me give me inspiration
It’s when situations occur
The accounts being what they were
The sentences being my banner
The open word with the open heart extending to the reader to enter
But let me continue to journey on
I am alert and fresh and out of my yond
If I see adventure I will write
It will be in plain sight
My words can be the movement of the present, past and expectancy of the future
There might be times my words paint a picture
I was born to write
I am inspired having enthusiasm with excite
Writing blocks rarely occur
I write with ideas that quickly pop into my head
I will even write while I am still in bed
My writing can be a motivation tool encouraging others in being their own writing presentation
It comes by ideas having illustration
Now that I had to mention
Communicating to the world is my chapter
Readership that comes after
I am a good writer
People tell me that
I have a following and a track
I am not trying to give myself praise
My writing talent comes from God and what you read is his amaze
So now you should be ready to write
Turn on your computer and think on the writing content
Within seconds your writing will start being Heaven sent
I hope in some way I have inspired you
Perhaps writing will be a career you will want to pursue.
please do not
bring me flowers
to represent your love

roses wither and die,
i hope your love will not
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