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Katharine Kvh Mar 2012
I could of stayed, but I left at the new morning.
Grey skies blended in with the dock water and concrete building.  As I floated, staring up until it faded away in my ambient high.
The water suspended me in a warm blanket, as every hair drifted in slow motion . The universe cradled me at a stand still and finally this ***** of flesh pulled me down, down, down to my murky bottomless pit. In a womb of chlorine;  I left the world the same way I entered it, weightless, suffocated.
Katharine Kvh Mar 2012
Because of you, everything I touch,
Bleeds and turns to dust
I want to **** you first,
Because a broken blade singes, feels good with a ******

Against my wrist.

Your German tongue, I can't bare
Not a single word without a snare
Your Aryan sly,
Your black gutted soul.

Go away, I say
Go away,

You come as swiftly as you stay,
You bruited, withered man
I tried to burry you in the sand
With the Pacific ocean, we found sacred

Ah, to crush your brittle skull with my fair hands

The empty vessel that lies,
My brother's fears, my mother's tears
My sister's sorrow
Her disposition that fallows

Go away, I say
Go away, you shadow of a man

Your skin is already cankered
Your hair thin and gray
Spitting tobacco out the window
Passing by your old church


Your God you hold so sacred,
Hates what he sees naked.
How ironic,
As you fill your stomach, with gin and tonics


Your only son,  drenched in your malice
His confused identity, at your callus
Your worst fear, your biggest secret
I see what you left behind, in his tender cries

Your drunk is merely a symptom.

My mother's wisdom
Trying to gather strength to circulate the essence
Of her household kingdom,
Yet, destroyed at the presence

You left her, pavement scratched.

Busted blood vessels, continuous contusions
Led to the comfort of capsules
Trying to mend the thrash
Laying in front of her children on the hard, wooden floors

You demon of destruction
With death in your demise,

How your lover's family feels
As you dragged her heals
Into her watery grave
For you, it's not a worry; you think your God will save

Now it is time.
Take your pride,
The evil you hide.
As your golden ticket to hell

Alas, you’re dead
No fragmented memories shrouding my brain
No more drugs, no more pain
FREE, of the demented ways

I am the murderer now
Katharine Kvh Mar 2012
Feel me
Whole, one

A Glued together masterpiece
Of makeup, nails and chewing gum
Lying out of my finger tips
Of what I am
A primordial being
Until the shaved legs, eyelashes and push up bra’s
Take over our intents
Is Beauty trimmed, weighed, plucked and, filed down?
How about repressed,
With an airy scent of ***** shots.
Holding, touching, unfolding; beloved.
Regret of early morning, to leave with the rising sun
For my sister, tender age of fourteen.
Katharine Kvh Mar 2012
On Hands and knees, got stung by a bee
It landed on my wrist,  and then it fled
The sting didn’t hurt at all
In between the pretty leaves of fall
Yet ,Another walk in the park ,
Another sit under the tree
When I found the brother to the bee
It landed on me, and then, it fled
It left its sting inside me
I got back up and walked again
When the sting penetrated and began
Weak in the knees and on my hands
All because of the bee
The children waved tiny hands as the mothers turned their heads
That’s when I started to bleed
The hospital screamed in late night terror
It was all because of my pitiless error
Of walking in the park
Sitting under a tree
And letting my wrist get stung by a bee
I wrote this poem, two days after it happened. Unedited

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