my fingers have become bored with
the quicksand of routine
they prefer to dance erotically over my typewriter
frolicking like naked ballerinas
over an ancient stage
spilling their secret thoughts
onto blank page,
after their day job
threaded together
over my lap,
or bending over to
reveal the contents
of my burlap sack

they have taken instead
to jumping over cracks
in the nothing of night
stifling the sound of silence
with assortments of clicks and clacks
punching in the perfect pitch of keys
to leave Beethoven blind
from this symphony of notes combined

and just like that at last
they have unfolded some rhyme
unachievable with ink and pencil,
without the stencil of time
dictating to work inside the lines

She weeps not for the shore
As distance creates a shadow
She embraces the current
Becoming the wave
And gently pushes her sea home

She chases not the sun
As the day is put to rest
She is the moonlight
That cradles the stars
Tightly to her *******

She yearns not
Her pain-streaked tears
That fall below her feet
She is the soil beneath her toes
Her pain now colors the tree

She worries not
The flowers' bloom
Or the leaves that fall like rain
She is the wind
That will kiss the ground
And sweep it all away

I don't mean to be so crazy
I just love you
More than I understand

Face it
We all have darkness in us
We all think things that we shouldn't
We all hide in the shadows
The deepest parts,
We never see the light
Once the darkness takes over
Your depressed
You think your unwanted
And you keep letting them take you back
Back into the darkness where we have
All failed and lost something valuable
In bits and pieces at a time
We lost our
Happiness

~Katt

If life’s minutes
were kept in a vault
I would transfer each of mine
to you.
So that you had time
for a cure to be found