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katarina May 2018
and suddenly
everything i wanted for you
comes true
but in the process
i gave up me
and now you have you
so there you are
you're happy, strong, independent.
but who am i now
after giving it all up for you
katarina May 2018
I’m sick of myself
Disgusted
Feels like the floors slanted
My heads light
Symptoms of what I assume
proceed passing out
I wish I would pass out
A brief break from my own suffering
Self created of course
Is there any other kind?
So I feel more sick
cause not only am I self deprecating.
I know I am self deprecating.
Isn’t this the definition of stupid
Or insane?
Or something that I should change immediately.
What do you call lessons that go unlearned?
Mistakes? Regrets?
Cause I have a lot.
Yet to know they hold the value of lessons
Lessons I thought I learned
Yet I still look back on them
with a shame so thick
I leave a trail wherever I go
So everyone points and says
“She did it”
Cause how could I not
Surely the snail left the trail
Yet I have no home on my back
Snail shells are beautiful
But without them we’re just slugs
katarina Apr 2018
we break our hearts
at the possibility of our hearts breaking
katarina Apr 2018
they say true love is unconditional.
so who's lying
them or you?
  Jan 2018 katarina
anotherdream
Sunlight seeping,
Nobody creeping.
Death fleeing,
Eternity seeking.

Night dying,
Angels flying,
No more crying,
Only trying.

Graves uprooted,
Souls resurrected.
Love is diluted,
All are affected.

Life is through dreams,
Feelings are precious.
All the same teams,
No games are ended.

Smiles are normal,
Crying is lost.
Tears only fall,
When all pain is gone.

Appearance is nothing,
Words are priceless.
Everyone’s blushing,
Regardless of likeness.

Hearts are revealed,
Joy is discovered.
Hate is now sealed,
Love is recovered.

Peace is ever-present,
Wars have deceased.
No fights to prevent,
Loss is decreased.

Time has lost control,
Clocks are disposed.
Reaching for goals,
Lengths aren’t proposed.
Can a vision change the world?
  Jan 2018 katarina
Kayla Flanders
she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.
part 2
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