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ECKate Apr 2017
do this do that
do do do da da dee da do

keep waiting for the time, transverse!
it's never ending
just sending
me
in every
direction
downgrading my every expectation
induced my current in reverse
 
rotate 90 this way, then back twice over
this is light. he tells
it's amazing! he yells

oh, Mr. Misumba, we're mill en
                                                        ni
                                                         ­   a l s

what was it that one guy said?
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ECKate Apr 2017
the conclusion drawn is by pings echoing in a bathroom stall
pings like the tings of a typewriter
pads of my thumbs will spell it out

if I've realized anything
of them very few realizations, is that I'm in love with you
and not in love with you at all

this hyprocracy leaves me frozen in place
can we continue on such bad insurance?
ECKate Mar 2015
our orchid's petals are stuck to stem
        forbidding it's rest,
& it's time to rise again
with dire thoughts i beckon their soft landings;
                        one
                                by
                          ­            one
                                                             ­                                                    i desire their fall

but still,
they remain standing

© 2015 Kate Volk
ECKate Mar 2015
i'm studying bones and i think of yours
no one can **** me like you do,
but someone will love me more.

© 2015 Kate Volk
ECKate Feb 2015
i'm dropping pin needles on ice
each ting stabs at my own fragile heart,
my ego
it's living, really, there is something alive inside of my throat
it thrusts and kicks like a baby in a womb

i tell myself i need this creature; the parasitism.
least i can do is house misery in hopes some life emerges.

© 2015 Kate Volk
ECKate Aug 2014
its so easy to say goodbye
to the one thing that's steady in my life
after
a night
of drinking                      

you told me your ex was the one who got you hooked on menthols

now I can say the same.

© 2015 Kate Volk
ECKate Aug 2014
i. think. you.
                       are
                 like a curling stream
                             of
                                   smoke
i'm fascinated
time has slowed
a.beat is . formed
       as sounds invade

© 2015 Kate Volk
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