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 Feb 2016 Kate Barkes
Sean Hunt
Don't forget
To rehearse
Every night
You must die right
 Feb 2016 Kate Barkes
Sean Hunt
Come on Kate
It's Getting late
Fill the ****** slate
This temper that lives inside
Storms out unexpectedly
Like a monster unleashed
Ignited by stress

Spilling Anger
Yelling in irritation
Sensing my mother
Lurking in my shadow
A vile aftertaste still lingers
Forced fed by her poisonous venom

Until I realize
I'm roaring
Splashing my screams onto
My loved ones
Making them cry

The beast has taken over
From the depths
Where my momster
Lay her eggs  
Waiting for them to hatch
And be released
In shame and guilt

The last thing I want
Is the mirage of that
Ghost haunting
My babies

The creature that resides
Hidden from the world
To protect against  
The carnivores who feasted
On my innocence

Now breathing to exhale my scare
Away from my young's oxygen
One breath at a time until
The monster's ghost
Has settled back
Deep inside my oppressed soul

© Jl 2016
My kids were really testing my patience one evening, as they pressed on my last nerve, I fell over the edge. I yelled at them, sent them in time out, and then sat in guilt while I heard their cries. I'm usually a very laid back quiet mom, but loses it sometimes. That time I yelled louder than ever before, and felt horrible after. I wrote this in that moment.
there's this girl, she lights up my world.
her glow illuminates what we were, what we are, and what I want us to be

and it shines for miles and miles.

there's this girl, she lights up my world.
but haven't you heard?

with one cold breath

**she blew out the candle.
 Feb 2016 Kate Barkes
Sean Hunt
Our Kate
Has a curious combination
Of girlish glee
And the fierce determination
Of a skilled surgeon
Or a motherly midwife
To save a poem's life

She refuses to leave
Bits of baby behind
And demands
A fully formed foetus

Keep it up
Kate

Jan 30 2016  Windermere
I meet with a casual collection of local poets at Wordsworth Trust in Grasmere, Cumbria UK once monthly.  One lady in the group, Kate has been very helpful encouraging me to finish of some poems, to fully develop them.  I appreciate her impact on my poetry and this morning I wrote this little verse for her.  Kate inspired em to do some makor surgery on 'Where Is My Poem' which I will re publish here now.
A faultless poem
inkless, without erasures
written in fixed glances
in agreement
a matchless pact

Each verse, a touch
a breath, a gaze

suddenly, their storm
unleashed
ink runs intense
crimson hearts bleed
bodies collapse

their surrender writes an end
a kiss
their thirst, a perpetual desire
to rewrite with fault
they call it a draft
and find a blank page
Write me a poem, he said. So she takes his hand and...
01/30/2016
I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... in your grave
No more children will you crave

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... shot in the head
For your sickness that you fed

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... and at Hell's gate
No more monsters can you create

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... you won't be missed
Maybe my nightmares won't exist

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... with all your sin
It'll be cursed ground you sink in
 Jan 2016 Kate Barkes
Pixievic
A wish to get me through the night
Twin flames forever burning bright
Lost souls who've found each other now
Complete in knowledge that somehow
We'll make it through
However hard
We'll grow together
Love unbarred*

(C) Pixievic 2016
A wish to the Universe
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