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As I lay on my bed,
listening
   to the rhythmic melody of the rain
  dancing                  my
                    outside                 window,
my
     mind
             wanders through my memories
             keeping me from the slumber
     I seek during these late hours.

why my mind favors
the sour memories
                                        of betrayal and heartbreak,
                                        of regret and guilt,
I will never understand.

their memories flooding my thoughts,
make rest a foreign concept.  

Do I dare speak their names
to break the silence that
imprisons me only to feel
my insides churn and
my heart ache?  

why do my dreams
                           gift me with
                                                        glimpse
­                                           of
                            the
            future
only
to be kept awake
by the past they've paved?  

why, when all I pursue is happiness,
do my thoughts poison me with sadness.

My dreams reveal what is to come
to my unconscious
                          but not to my conscious.  

My mind only lets me feel
the emotions of the future
                          but keeps from me
                                         what is to happen.
It lets me feel when good will follow
but keeps from me the heartache that
                                                            ­           ends it.



Why do my thoughts poison me so?



My thoughts let me fall


                                               for her
                                                            and trust her completely
                                                            when­ it was aware

                                               of the Betrayal
                                    that was to end
                                    that happiness?



why do my thoughts poison me so?



My thoughts urged me to leave her,

                                                     to feel like leaving
                                                     would help me
                                                     only
                                                                ­    to feel Regret
                                                                ­    with my decision,
                                           to feel like
                             I've made
             a mistake,
to be weighed down
with the guilt that I hurt her
and
for nothing
      but my
                   own
                              misery.  



why do my thoughts poison me so?  



I know not
            why my own mind
            is against me

            but in its campaign
            it has renamed


**Betrayal     &      Regret
curious child
peering from the bedroom door
half open
standing in the shadows
i watched him
he sat in his easy chair
right elbow propped
cigarette placed between index and *******
light from the tv flickering off the walls
smoke snaking its way to the ceiling

my Father
in his sixties then
lost in the vapid juvenility of Hee Haw
my Father
whose poetry i had discovered
tucked away
out of sight
out of mind
this little black book where he kept his soul
waiting
if he ever decided to find himself again
or perhaps to just remind himself

in the early stages of alzheimers
i saw him cry for the first time
wondering aloud
why after struggling for so many years
he was rewarded with a failing mind
and the loss of a friend
a friend left behind in a black book
a friend i never knew
  Feb 2016 Katherine Dee
chris
before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?
it's your life
but the people
around you
get hurt too.
  Jan 2016 Katherine Dee
Got Guanxi
There was time my mind was yours,
But my heart is yours regardless,
The beats defined a music sheet and you played me like a harpist.

The score settled like rose petals in the essence of the tarnished
The stems remained like overtures,
And that's where it all started.

You blossomed in the minus key,
Your golden touch was midas
The treasure crept in semi clefts,
The breath I took was harnessed.

I played the jester to your beat
And bowed to you my highness.


You took my crown and held me down
The curtains closed in darkness.
Katherine Dee Jan 2016
Let's grow young together
fly through the trees
watch the apples drop
twigs sting and cut our skin
we wipe off the blood and go again
hand in hand
Let's grow young together
Katherine Dee Jan 2016
You know how you ignore me?
That’s fine.
You know how you just look right past me?
That’s fine.
You know how you’re friends with everyone but me?
That’s fine.
You know how we’re so **** similar, you and me?
Well that’s fine.
You know how we think
to the same music?
You know we hate the same
You know we love the same
You know we stopped talking
over something so
there are no words for how stupid.
I want to laugh
I want to cry
simultaneously
every time I think
about
Well that’s fine.
You know if you gave us
a shot
it would be magic.
You know
you don’t have to make every
thing so rough
it isn't worth it.
And you know how when I make you smile?
You fight it.
You know you drive away
everyone who is just
like her
I get it
You know how you think
you've figured me out
And you know how you won’t
just
look at me.
Well you know
That’s just
Fine.
I wrote this in the heat of the moment. I was enraged by this person's behavior and I wrote it all down in one go. Hope you feel it as much as I do.

— The End —