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Katrina Zechman Dec 2016
I need you,
To be there for me

Where have you been?
Why must you avoid it?
Do you not love me?
What did I do so wrong
To make you turn away?

You didn't walk,
You ran away,
Far, far away

You made me think,
You didn't love me

You were gone,
My whole life,
And now you're back

Yet you want nothing,
To do with me

Can you not see the little girl
Deep inside the young woman,
Crying out for her daddy

Craving for your acceptance,
Waiting for the day
To hear you say,
I love you,
And mean it.

You ran away,
Far, far away

You made me think,
You didn't love me

You were gone,
My whole life,
And now you're back

Yet you want nothing,
To do with me

Can you not see the little girl
Deep inside the young woman,
Crying out for her daddy
Katrina Zechman Dec 2016
Skin leathered by the sun
penetrated with motor oil
covers his short stocky body
like canvas over boulders.
He sweats gasoline and morning dew.
My father peals his mind for me...
Discarding seeds,
bearing the fruits of his wisdom
in calloused hands;
a reminder of freedom sacrificed
for my freedom,
my future.
My father is a hard man...
With gentle eyes,
thick framed glasses never hide immortality
dancing in them on my reflection.
In them I am perfect
and if not,
they are forgiving.
Katrina Zechman Dec 2016
He was always my pillar when I knew I'd fall
Always my anchor, so strong and tall
His hard face changes only for me
His softer side, so careless and free
He knows my dreams are too big for this place
His little girl's leaving, ready to begin her race
He knows I'll be thinking of him wherever I go
I know I'm ready to do this on my own
But still I cry and he holds me tight
He tries to be strong, not a tear in sight
I'm ready to reach for the stars in the sky
He's ready to watch his princess fly
It's time to let go, sure of a path to take
But now I know, even pillars can break
For when I drive away, trying to stifle my cries
All I could see were tears in my father's eyes
from a daughter to a father that was never there
Katrina Zechman Jul 2016
you been there, from start to finish
i was into it more, then you were,
now we are spread out amongst the darkness
there is a void in my heart.
i tried to fill it with another picture
theres a wall built in my cheast
bricks and bricks then there is a gold cage with a dark space
deep and deep there a tiny red spot. my heart
the picture will sit there but if you cant make it there then
the void will stay.
Katrina Zechman Apr 2016
Fires ablaze within my eyes. A smile concealing all my lies, screaming, begging, calling out, a final, frantic, desperate, shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein, a vehement covet to end this pain, this silver blade, stays by my side, because all hope inside has died.
As each day ends and darkness draws, the devil toys, with all my flaws, I’m helpless, alone, a worthless mess, a broken child, he must address.
I’m tempted when her calls my name, a way out, an escape, an end to shape, to make it feel a lot less real, a deal with the devil, in blood must I seal.
They’ll say I dead of suicide, but no one know how much they’ve lied, it was a rope, a blade, or pills, that broke my soul, and gave me the chills
I died inside so long before, to live each day, an endless chore, pills could not **** what was already dead, a twisted soul, and empty head.
In darkness I wait, in silence, alone, rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown, I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm, and I open the for him, with the blood of my arm
Katrina Zechman Apr 2016
Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words.
Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.
I will be very careful the next time I fall in love, she told herself. Also, she had made a promise to herself that she intended on keeping. She was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren't worth it in the long run. They were emotionally too expensive and the upkeep was complicated. They were like having a vacuum cleaner around the house that broke all the time and she wanted her nexst lover to be a broom.
Katrina Zechman Apr 2016
You're my man, my mighty king,
And I'm the jewel in your crown,
You're the sun so hot and bright,
I'm your light-rays shining down,
You're the sky so vast and blue,
And I'm the white clouds in your chest,
I'm a river clean and pure,
Who in your ocean finds her rest,
You're the mountain huge and high,
I'm the valley green and wide,
You're the body firm and strong,
And I'm a rib bone on your side,
You're an eagle flying high,
I'm your feathers light and brown,
You're my man, my king of kings,
And I'm the jewel in your crown.
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