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Katherine D Dec 2015
In the attic of his childhood was an old trunk and even though he couldn't pry it open, the muffled sobs coming from inside told him more than he wanted to remember.

-unknown
By brother would write this over and over when I was younger. I would watch him puzzeled, and wonder what meaning the words held and why he wrote them. However, looking back now, his reasoning is perfectly clear. What does it mean to you?? (Ps. Does anyone know where this came from?)
Katherine D Dec 2015
In the attic of his childhood was an old trunk and even though he couldn't pry it open, the muffled sobs coming from inside told him more than he wanted to remember.

-unknown
By brother would write this over and over when I was younger. I would watch him puzzeled, and wonder what meaning the words held and why he wrote them. However, looking back now, his reasoning is perfectly clear. What does it mean to you?? (Ps. Does anyone know where this came from?)
Katherine D Dec 2015
I harbor adolescent fears
I wade in insecurity
lost in this black hole
I call a soul

-KD
Katherine D May 2015
ignorance is bliss with a kiss
you could dismiss your choice is this
you had your night of fun
and look what has begun

the lady was taught how to plot
you got caught and took the shot
you took at it alone
your regret is your own

here comes the lady kinda shady
caring your baby oh no maybe
you should have used protection
on that *******

not a clue when you said I do
the glue that would ensue
you told your college days farewell
and hello to your days of hell

I came to be time to flee
you wouldn't agree you stayed with glee
you chose to pick up the pen
without a single amen

your trust we must adjust
for her lust was truly unjust
you should have gotten a test
and kept your address

you signed with pen your own sin
it came from within but then again
you jumped the gun
and its too late to run

~K.D
Katherine D May 2015
If
I lay back at night
I wonder what it would be like
If I heard what others heard
saw what they saw

If at night mother really cooked
and brothers weren't hooked
where hugs and kisses
were real

If dad didn't have to run
and could stay for the fun
where lights were on
and food wasn't gone

If  with child mother stayed
and dreams didn't fade
where children stayed children
for the rest of their days

The moment ends
as quickly as it begins
for the baby calls out
to my sister I must tend

~K.D
Katherine D Mar 2015
Why did you leave
on a mid-summer eve?
In you I believe
and could not perceive.

Why did you desert?
I hit the dirt,
running on high alert,
but couldn't escape the hurt.

Why did you leave me to raise
your daughter in a daze?
You condemned me to a maze,
you set my dreams ablaze.

What was your campaign?
What did you hope to attain?
I am assaulted by pain
and deemed insane.
            
You left me in the cold
with truths untold
I was sold
for fool's gold.

~*K.D
questions i wish i could ask my mother.
  Feb 2015 Katherine D
SøułSurvivør
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
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