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Kathryn Houghton Dec 2010
My heart belongs to myself
Right now that much is true
But lately I’ve been thinking
Perhaps it should belong to you
You walk by and it hiccups
You talk to me and it sighs
It’s telling me it wants you
And my heart rarely lies.
Kathryn Houghton Dec 2010
How deep is the Ocean
Is
Seven miles
Deeper than my deepest thoughts?
Does the lack of light
Breed as much darkness
As I can in
A single night?
Are there creatures there
So heinous that I
Couldn’t even
Dream of dreaming them up?
What mysteries
What horrors
Could lie in a land
More alien
Than the moon?
I think this is
Why the Ocean
Terrifies me
And why I’ll never swim
In open water
With a billion tons
Of blackness
beneath my feet.
Kathryn Houghton Oct 2010
There is a child starving
Save your soul and drop a penny in the box
Leftover from your super-sized meal.
Kathryn Houghton Oct 2010
i want to follow my Heart
But i am afraid
That if i let the reins go
It will catapult me
Straight through the clouds
And into the Sun
Where i will disappear
In a sad little wisp
Of insignificant smoke
Kathryn Houghton Sep 2010
I look up
At higher faces
Suspended in
Disastrous places
Their eyes don’t blink
They cannot see
Their mouths, they gape,
And scream at me!
I’m terrified
And now I find
With a tremble
That I too am blind!
I can’t feel the ground
I must be in the air
I sense wary eyes,
And know they must stare.
My mouth hangs wide
Flies catch on my tongue
And to those below
My words must be sung.
When the wind starts to gust
I belt out my song
The air around me trembles
When it reaches the throng,
And now they have joined us,
In these disastrous places
Forming so perfectly
A sky of blind faces!
This poem might be included in a book I am compiling for my senior project, so any help at all in editing it would be much appreciated!
Kathryn Houghton Sep 2010
Cavern mouths spill
waterfall words
and they all end up
pooled in one place;
in that place little
fishy thoughts grow
and they slip down
other waterfalls and
grow again in great
word pools filling from
waterfalls flowing from
messy cavern mouths.
Kathryn Houghton Aug 2010
Floating on open sea
the thought excites me
but I am a coward;
falling through open air
that I could do
for I can see the bottom
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