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 May 2015 Katie Katie
jackie
Today
 May 2015 Katie Katie
jackie
Today, we carried the world in our pockets
We ran away.

We landed near the tree where you always chose to stay
We played outside while we waited for the rain
We had a lovely day.

We let the sun shine through the blossoming of every moon
The sky felt smooth, and when the rain finally fell,
You smiled, calm, and steadily glowing, blooming against any rain that would ever have to fall again.

And just like the flowers in the end, you laid there, unharmed, waiting.
Today, we had a lovely day.
 May 2015 Katie Katie
Cat Fiske
I wanted to help,
but,
People need more than words.
words arn't enough
I can hear my watch ticking,
I never noticed it before.
Every thought I think keeps sticking,
on my brain, on my mind, on the walls.

It's rarely silent in this house,
but when it is, it isn't good.
Gets me thinking, freaks me out,
puts me in a terrible mood.

If I keep thinking,
I'll start sinking,
it won't take too long.
Weighted memories pull me down,
and remind me I'm not strong.

It's a cold December,
but I remember,
the days of sun and smiles,
the days we drove for miles,
but now they're gone and they're not coming back.

Because the past is the past,
and it's in the rear view mirror for a reason.
The future holds a brand new path,
and gives me something to believe in.
I wrote this after a Skype session with Jenna where she mentioned hearing her watch ticking for the first time. It inspired this poem.
Bad acting
shame
and
dehumanization.

Enjoyed it
before
I worried
that
I'd see
someone
I love
in one.
When you left, I didn't feel it,
I didn't feel a thing but sweet, sweet relief
and the breath I had been holding since you said "I love you"
left my body all at once.
All at once.
That's how it hit me.
The pain didn't creep up on me.
It hit me.
All.
at.
once.
full force at my throat
into my lungs, chasing the oxygen I had left
through my blood stream and out of my throat.
all.
at.
once.
It smelt like our first kiss.
Sloppy.
Awkward.
and *****.
not because we we're being ***** ourselves,
but we were, quite literally, *****, on the ground, next to the lake.
I wonder if anyone ate that pizza we left because we were so full of each other, we didn't have room to eat it.
Last week,
I couldn't breathe. I was walking home from work,
and it smelt like you.
It smelt like late nights in your car,
it smelt like Sunday mornings in your bed
when neither of us wanted to get up but your parents were going to be home soon.
it smelt like my high school parking lot, where you asked me to be your girlfriend, and I barely responded because I could not stop smiling.
it smelt like hello and sunshine and summer.
it smelt like goodbye and cold and winter.
and it smelt like you and it hit me,
all.
at.
once.








and it's over.
 Apr 2015 Katie Katie
L
14w
 Apr 2015 Katie Katie
L
14w
If *** is all you wanted, you could have gotten it from your hand.
 Apr 2015 Katie Katie
NV
this is not a poem
          
          

                       *just a mere


image
consisting of

                                         straight lines
and curves
Her love shines like
a sunset through venetian blinds,
leaving me stripped
and striped with shadows and light.

Her love is the knife dissecting
my spine one vertebrae at a time.

I hope she likes
what I really am inside,
because I spill my guts
just to hear her sigh.
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