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 May 2013 Katie Hope
T
I'm hopeless
-ly
hopeful
that this
will
last
longer
than
my
last
forever

because
infinity
has never seemed
so enjoyable
and
I
have
never known
the unknown
to be
a
desirable
destination

I'm hopeless
-ly
hopeful
that someone
will
hold
my
hand
because
I
can't see
with all these
stars
in
my
eyes

And blind has never been better
 Apr 2013 Katie Hope
Ugo
B cup
C cup
but D cup, the better.

A nip,
a tuck—
reverse the clock.

For beauty’s the past,
and beauty’s the young.

Thus,
reupholster the fruit of the womb
and iron the sags low.
Recapture the past glow,
for after all,
the future is wherever you don’t exist yet.
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 Apr 2013 Katie Hope
j carroll
i used to taste like finger nails,
ragged stumps refreshing
against my lips, like a sip
slaking thirst.

i proved my jaws powerful enemies
and de-clawed myself
to languish in
the burn of the quick.

when blood pumped to the furthest
reaches of my body,
my torn nails throbbed to the beat,
craving kisses.

my teeth were soft and
so was everything about me.
but strong enough
to be compared to steel.

i was powerful
when i made myself weak
because the universe
is hardly ever subtle.

now i taste like cigarettes,
the cheapest mint, and medicine
but my keys can open
thicker skins.
24 to a stanza
 Apr 2013 Katie Hope
September
Sorry    mother,
Haven't written much.

Too busy putting
    poetry and syllables
into overseas and livables.
My skin's deteriorating
So is my mind
I tried to leave all
these famous icons behind
I found a lock of my hair down the drain.
I thought it was safe with my head;
*Is my brain?
There are ridiculously fragile moments
in the midst of the night
Where the ridicules and redemptions
of a previous life
Replay and reset
But they left their manners at home
and refuse to forgive or forget
See, I sit here,
With an open mind.
And I feel fear,
Travel up my spine.
Because I don’t know,
Where my path will go.
And I suppose,
I won’t  ever know.
As the time fly’s bye,
I close my eyes.
And I ask myself why
I just sit through the time.
When time is fake?
It’s just something I choose to take.
I take it slowly. As it passes.
I try to watch.
Just like watching the grasses,
It’s all I can do,
That's what I've been told.
To know what is true,
I sit, watch, as it unfolds.
 Apr 2013 Katie Hope
Georg Trakl
The black snow runs down from the rooftops;
A red finger dips into your brow;
Blue snow flakes sink into the empty room,
They are a lovers’ dying mirrors.
Heavy and torn to pieces the mind muses,
Follows the shadow in the mirror of blue snow flakes,
The cold smile of a deceased harlot.
The evening’s wind weeps in the scent of carnations.

— The End —