ECKate

ECKate May 2014

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here's this
sudden rush
But you've got your elbows tucked in
Your legs are being lifted, drifting like a wave
Its the motion of the bodies around,
They slip and glide,
your shoes,
from the perspiration of the brutals, the freed beverages upon the floor
pinned together
you force energy to propel them away, for that split second you ****** you hand and face in the air
and
breath
the almighty
rock on.

© 2015 Kate Volk

ECKate Mar 2014

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tumeric tucked twixt the members, the digits the fingers the thumbs
it's solivagent aromas
make their home
dormant,
yet retractable;
neutrons
known

many moments to millimeters
the soft rust color fades
oh,
i haven't even noticed the time passing
when will i notice my own grave.

© 2015 Kate Volk

ECKate Mar 2014

triangle dollars

and sometimes the clouds look like mountains
winter coming to an end

other times, my favorite times,
a lovely field of green
color of your eyes
a summer storm rolling in.
i glimpse the crack of electricity across the canvas
i wait for the roar of it's mate.
each awesome moment upon the stage
a duet, a silent sonnet
the light rain pairs with the falling darkness,
slow soft blows from the moon wake up the stars

my lips to a cigarette
my thumb to the lighter
my heart to swell lovely contentment
only to break
too much hot air
I need the mountains once again

© 2015 Kate Volk

ECKate Mar 2014

2:11am

I discover ima near sighted bird
I creep so close I cross my eyes,
fill my heart, and hope to die.
you're brilliant and my brain produces chemicals that say 'hmm yes, a perfect specimen'
so pure, like starlight, a name I own.
my tailor my kin we stitch together this perfect stream
forcing up and
it
curls and it turns and floats away

© 2015 Kate Volk

ECKate Mar 2014

hello

you can meet a person and spend the rest of your time together introducing yourself, talking favorites and specialties and things you don't like or understand. and sometimes you meet a person and you talk talk talk for days about philosophy and love and war and hate and bad habits. but when you meet a person, and you say hello, just once you say hello, and from that moment on you don't speak, you don't pick their brain, you just take them by the hand and share the magic that you find, and you observe how their eyes begin to show what their mind is letting them see, and in turn, you collect a memory of their soul, escaping through the eyes, because the eyes say more than words. no thoughts of response, just reflex of emotion, pure from insecurities humans own.

© 2015 Kate Volk

ECKate Mar 2014

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ECKate Feb 2014

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light breaks through a tiny mason jar, purchased on impulse, but nestles nicely in the windowsill.
the tinted greens give a lovely glow

these whimsical buys will become too eclectic, bound to become an I-spy books doom. oh, I think they're so neat, my collections of art. yet I rain down on my mother to clean out my old room, filled with squares and circles, shapes of a hoarder. why is it that people like things so much?

© 2015 Kate Volk