Kate - Hello Poetry

Kate 1d

They’re aren’t intelligent, they are a product of the system— of what it wants them to be.
They don’t know differentiation— only order and structure.
The exact type of people to first fall for fallacy.
Obsessive studying, ruminating on pointless math problems.
That doesn’t measure intelligence.
How would they navigate through a life or death situation?
Would an utterly made-up math equation help them?
Would knowing the exact site of mitosis help them when a gun is held against their temple?
They are mind-slaves, meant to think they are more than what they actually are; pointless prodigies.

I’ve been freaking out lately. I know that college isn’t for me, yet I feel pressure to go by my parents.
I don’t want to go to college for years of my life, just to obtain some useless degree in which I’ll have some mediocre 9-5 job I’ll probably hate for the rest of my life. I won’t retire until I’m 65, and by then I won’t even be able to afford basic healthcare to save my own declining mind and body.
That’s not living, that’s mindless monotony.
Yet, how else would I make a living?
Life was never labeled as something freeing, or easy— just straightforward paths that you choose when you’ve barely worked out the patterns in which the world turns.
How can I decide now?

Aug 29

paul sheridan

Untitled

who the hell is an illegal
asylum seeker, anyway,
on a boat crossing the channel
with his heart in his throat
thinking, surely britain
is better than this ..

Kate Aug 20

self-preservation

you don’t understand self-preservation.
you think pain is the only thing worth feeling, you wear pride like armor, you believe everyone lies, and you stare at the world with fire in your eyes.
but it will never fill that emptiness inside you, eventually, it’ll burn you up completely.
until you are but the ashes that coat the sky.

Aug 7

abyss

i don’t feel a thing— / or maybe / i feel everything

it’s been a while
since I wrote something—
something to name
the numbness in me.

I haven’t gotten better,
but I haven’t gotten worse.
days blend into each other,
work blurs into static,
time marches on.

I don’t feel a thing—
or maybe
I feel everything.

a numb little mouse,
trapped in my room,
I wake up fine,
then spend the day
trying not to fall apart.

a text from a friend—
and I smile,
like maybe the day
won’t drown me after all.

but then night comes.
I stare at the moon
and wonder:

what is this feeling
boiling inside me?

emotions—so fragile,
spinning like yin and yang
but blurred,
lost.

and still, I wonder:
why is it
so empty
inside?

I haven't written anything in a while and this is the first thing that my hands wrote during this fog.

#freeverse #duality #numbness #overwhelm #chaoticfeelings

Kate Aug 6

propelling into now

I loathe knowing that I’m getting older, that times are changing.
That I won’t be the same person I was last week, and I won’t be the same person I was five seconds ago.
And you won’t be either.
We’ve known forward, we’ve known backward—but what of now?
Of our propelling into it, hoping we’d maybe, just maybe, make it out just right on the other side?
Blindly balancing on a beam, a blindfold covering our terrified eyes—our hands outstretched into the hope we hold so close in our hearts.
That hope that the uncertainty of tomorrow will surmount to the greatness we thought our future would be.
Time will keep going— with or without us.

I took this off of another one of my pieces I’ve written because I think it sounds better as a standalone.
I’m not sure if I posted the other one on here.

Kate Jul 18

to:me.

To want more than you’re given,
To see more than you can reach,
To love with no place to put it.
But most of what surrounds you can’t or won’t meet you there.
That mismatch?
That’s the curse.

Kate Jul 7

droplets

sadness comes in droplets.
from the sky, from your eyes, they fall.
over and over, time and time again.
wetting the ground, streaking your face
until a puddle grows into a sea.

#rain #tears #sadness