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Katie Biesiada May 2014
Time.
It's a fickle little thing.
To some
There's too much.
For most
There's never enough.
With the world laid out before us
We waste what we're given
On painting or baseball -
Any activity to pass the time
While the world keeps spinning.
We take for granted the time we have
And never truly realize it
Until we've turned to dust.
of evident invisibles
exquisite the hovering

at the dark portals

of hurt girl eyes


sincere with wonder

a poise a wounding
a beautiful suppression

the accurate boy mouth


now droops the faun head

now the intimate flower dreams

of parted lips
dim upon the syrinx
Katie Biesiada Apr 2014
I am an introvert.
Or so they say.
But I don’t know why they say half the things they do anyway…
What is an introvert?
Someone who enjoys the quiet
Page turns of a good book?
Someone who enjoys the
Euphoria of sipping tea?
Someone who prefers yoga
Basked in the candle-light glow
Over a mind full of mary jane?
Why yes, then,
I am an introvert…
…drowning in my own solitude
Katie Biesiada Apr 2014
I need to go somewhere else
Where pain is illegal
And happiness is free -
If I could find that place,
Life would be so much easier for me...
Because all I know is that society's corrupt
With the fake and the impossible
And the hurt and the cruel
The only option i see is for me to just give up...
But I'm stronger than that. <3
Katie Biesiada Apr 2014
This silence is killing me.
Was it too much?
Am I that annoying?
Should I give them space?
The mind is a powerful thing
Because it can make or break someone's day
With all the crazy concoctions
And scenarios it cooks up
And the pain it inflicts
Even when there is nothing there.
It's all about interpretation.
The mind can help you pass a test
Or make you fail.
The mind can make a dream come true
Or ruin it with the nightmare of
Reality.
The mind is where I see you and me.
The mind is where I am free.
From pain.
From torture.
From life.
My mind is where I go
When I can look in the mirror
No more.
Katie Biesiada Apr 2014
Oh how I wish
We could test the waters
Of this stormy sea
That is you and me
For it is oh so tempting
But I fear that if we
Sink into what this could be
One of us will
Drown.
Katie Biesiada Apr 2014
I want to know your 2am heartaches.
I want to hear your demons when they keep your mind awake.
I want to know your walk.
I want to help you fight your inner battles.
I want to see the skeletons hiding in your closet.
I want to feel your heart as it skips a beat or two.
I want to be the one you call when the tears won't stop.

And I want you to want to know me as much as I want to know you....
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