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I hate the way your eyes cast down upon me
Belittling my stance and placing me underneath
I hate the way you assume and are consumed by your own ego
The way you try to shelter me and tell me where not to go
I absolutely hate the way you try to project a certain image onto me
Your expectations repulse me to the point of sickening rage
and leads me examining society wondering how the hell it got this way
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
JM
I'm sick of writing *******
angst fueled piles of
**** poems about how much
I think about stupid *******
and how I sickly miss their sadistic
tendencies exercised upon my
unsuspecting psyche.

I write of greys and nothings
and try to create murky landscapes
because I'm ******* bored and high
and I know that kind of ****
resonates with some of you creepy *******.

I wrote so many ******* poems for her,
for you, dearest.
So many poems I thought you would see
how much I love you, how much I would give all of myself.
For nothing.
I told you no the other day,
after not hearing from you for months.
That twisted my guts but I asked
my sister what to do and she is
one of the few creatures with a ******
I trust.

I'm sick of reading other peoples
**** of lost love and broken hearts
and **** gone wrong and he loves
her but she likes ***** and *******
empty heads smashing empty hearts
and abuse and neglect and so many
******* gut wrenching tales of woe
it makes me sad to be a part of this..
pathetic conglomeration of fools, humans.

Sure, there is some positive **** out there,
but even that makes me want to puke.
I'm envious and doubtful, cynical and jaded.

I want to believe my one is out there,
but I'm not getting any prettier
or any smarter
and I have grown weary of
even trying to try.

I'm tired and ******
and I just want a soft
sweet smelling pile of flesh
next to me rubbing my
temples and whispering in my ear
stories of bugs and latex body paint
and what dress she is going to wear
for me.

****.

I'm tired of writing poems like this
and I'm tired of reading poems like this
and I only want a sweet dripping ***** on my face.
I never claimed to be a poet.
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
JM
Here and now, alone.
Missing you, empty again.
I ******* love you.
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
JM
Orator
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
JM
My lips on your lips,
Dainty feet gracing shoulders.
Tasting the divine.
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
JM
Bent over cold granite, my left hand gripping your hair while simultaneously holding your neck down; my right hand hovers above your quivering, beautiful ***.

This is our forever

SMACK!

That was harder than you thought it would be,
your gasp and shrill "Oh"
makes me rise and swell.

37 huh?

Earlier, you had no idea why I asked you to pick a number between five and one hundred. Now, you feel the significance of your answer in your burning cheeks.


SMACK!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK

My arm becomes a windmill
of pain as I count off the numbers in my head.
Your gasps have turned to sobbing,
your honey is dripping
and my **** is granite.

*Welcome to subspace
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
CRH
I hate you.

You should know that by now.
These permanent frown lines
etched into my brow
that I tell people are from squinting
really show the story of how you
moved into my head over a year ago
and still refuse to move out.

I really loved you-I still love you-How could I have possibly ever been in love with you?

You are Evil,
a Poison,
of the very worst kind-
the one that always leaves me wanting more.
An addict,
Please give me another Fix.
Please stay the hell away from me.

This ever-revolving door
is making me dizzy,
it's making me sick,
it's making me wish
I never started with this.

Please call me tonight.
You just reached out to me last week
and we both know I wasn't really asleep but
you couldn't have paid me enough to respond.
And yet, working out the perfect reply I'll never send,
I started at the screen until dawn.

The door is still spinning,
the room is now spinning,
I wish I could stop my head from this spinning,
we will always be the world's worst song on repeat.
You're a great thinker, but a criminal,
incapable of affection or empathy,
but you stole the very Earth right out from under my feet.

Don't worry though,
I think I'll get my sea-legs soon
and they'll finally be strong enough
to walk away from
you.
I recently started seeing a therapist.  It's bringing up a lot of things I wish I could forget.
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
Cin
Leaving you and forgetting you was one of the hardest things I had to do and Lord knows I have passed through some of the hardest times.
I honestly loved you with what seemed like everything I had to give.
Love I couldn't even reward myself with was lavishly placed on you.
Oh, how I miss those nights we'd spend together, embraced in each others ideas and care. We'd ooze about how we felt like one entity, our love so strong and tender. Slowly, we'd drift away from the problems that plagued us both, problems that haunted our every waking minute.
Two lost, tortured, tragic souls we were. You, more out of control then me.
Silly how I thought I could contain you, settle you down into my cold heart with hopes that your faux light would shine the way through the never ending darkness I would hide from.
Ill love you forever I'd say so foolishly, knowing that I would regret every word.
I never allowed myself to use those words with anyone, to anything. That was childs play and I was never a child.
But you, you deserved every word in the universe. You deserved anything that made you feel like the beautiful creature I saw you as.
I loved you I loved you and I say loved because I would be a fool
to be in love with you
still.
if you knew me in person, you would think I was never capable of feeling or writing about this
I wanted to collect your ocean tears
in a flask and get drunk on your misery.
I wanted to be the earthquakes that
deepened the fault lines in your heart.
I wanted to take your soul piece by piece
by means of soft hands and even softer lips.
I wanted to destroy you more than I wanted
to allow myself to love you,
but all you did was paint the galaxies in my palms,
giving me the universe when I didn’t
even deserve a chance.
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