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  Apr 21 Kate
Immortality
And at last—
the candle realized
it had burnt
by the thread,
it had kept safe
inside its heart.

But even in death,
as it watched the thread
burn along—
longed to protect it.
well, the candle was either the greatest fool or the truest lover
  Apr 21 Kate
McKenna Christine
If someone asked where i lived id say within the space that forms right before you deeply smile.
i’d tell them it’s a dangerous, deceptive driveway.
i’d tell them coming out of town, it’s a right down everything avenue. Then, a hard left about half a mile into the woods, you’ll know you’re there when you reach absolutely nothing. at. all.
Kate Apr 21
It is my birthday today, 4/21.
And I dread it every year—somehow, I wish for time to move swiftly, but when it does, I despise the coldness of it.
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.
But then again, a birthday is just another day, isn’t it?
Here’s to becoming sixteen—and leaving fifteen far, far behind.
  Apr 20 Kate
Albamaine
Be ready to say "goodbye"
When you have the guts to say "hello"
Interpolation of all the hello and goodbye poems
Kate Apr 16
To have been anything at all, what a strange honor.
To have seen and felt.
To have heard the three words of “I love you” whispered in my ear at night.
To have felt the soft blades of grass grazing my skin in the hot summer sun.
To gaze up upon the stars, and wish on the falling ones.
To have seen love, loss, and longing.
To have heard the waves splashing upon the shore— a hymn of peace.
To have been anything at all.
It was an honor.
Kate Apr 13
War is never-ending.
It doesn’t forgive anyone— not even those who created it.
It will enslave every piece of your soul, strip shards out one-by-one.
It will leave you as a soulless husk in the aftermath of it all.
Your eyes widened.
Your breath constantly short.
Your head always turned over your shoulder.
Watching.
Waiting.
You weren’t forgiven for fighting in something you never even asked to be apart of.
War doesn’t stop for anyone.
  Apr 2 Kate
Abbott J Hardison
Someday love,
We'll live down by the sea,
Together for all of eternity.

Someday love,
We'll be away from pestering eyes,
Making a life for you and I.

Someday love,
We'll grow old with our son and daughter,
Joyously watching as they grow.

Someday. . .
Wishing
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