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Katlyn Orthman Feb 2014
Storms heart lays not in destruction
But at the point of despair it tears it down
To become whole
And rebuild our already shattered lives
Storms heart acts not in hate
But in pain of our cries of despair
The storm cries with us
Feels our pain
The roaring winds are our echoed screams
The pouring rain is our tears
The raging thunder is our anger
The twisting coiling winds
Colliding with the earth
Is our sorrow our love, our hate,
The storms heart is our heart
Together we destroy
We rebuild
Together we are a raging storm
One of the first poems I ever wrote and uploaded onto hellopoetry
Katlyn Orthman Feb 2014
May the words be spoken,
but promises never broken
May our peace and love remain in our hearts
and never leave and never part
blessed be the ones who care
but are neither here and never there
Katlyn Orthman Feb 2014
I see it passing by
within a glances time
I wonder how many chances
I'll get at this same thing.

Like a fog in the window pane
It's blocking my view of the sun
I keep on thinking that the next night
I'll simply give up and be done,

I fight for things that I believe are right
but who knows whats right anymore?
I keep trying to find this light
but it seems the lights dimmed
like a bulb in the morgue,

I feel like a sinking ship
will I ever reach the bottom of the sea?
Or will I just keep sinking deeper
in my broken adolescent dreams?

I'm finding that life is harder than it looks
and that every step I take it brings me farther from the truth
and I keep on searching
for I have curiosity achieved by only a youth,

But my outlook is no longer innocent
like a child who has not seen
I've seen the world at it's worst
and I understand what it means,

I just wish I knew the way
out of this godforsaken maze
it seems I've lost my mind
in this thought induced craze.
Katlyn Orthman Feb 2014
He was a majesty in a world unjust
A place full of death and mistrust
He breathed fire, and his heart was of magic
Gifted to a mortal, who died a death so tragic.

Silent lies the child upon the cobblestone
His beating heart no longer his own
But darkness, betrayal and evil awaited
For the boy to grow and become acquainted.

A man of honor rode up upon his black stead
Sword in one hand the other filled by a bottle of mead
Beside him rode a half-wit poet
Who was a knight himself but didn't know it.

They watched as the kingdom grew corrupt
Lead by a king who should have never grew up
For the heart that beat beneath his breast
Did not belong to his heaving chest.

And with courage from a poor man who had lost his sight
They gathered their forces with a boast of might
And charged at the castle with a horrific roar
To find that courage there, existed no more.

That night they rode away for they were beat
And many discouraged hung their heads in defeat
But just along the brim of the moon
Came a hovering shadow not a minute to soon.

The scaled majesty with the wings of the night
A beast hidden from mankinds sight
Inside his chest beat half a heart
For the other beat miles apart.

In the chest of a coward that had lived in vain
A man that had suffered many in pain
The dragon held up his wings in the cold nights air
And roared "slay me know before he gets here."

But that noble knight felt a guilt like no other
For that dragon he must slay was like a brother
Although he loathed the beast once when his head was not right
He did not loath the creature that dreadful night.

But with the seconds counting down the beast yelled it again
And this time he swung the sword into the chest of his friend
With a terrible screech it fell to the ground
And was parted by the tears of everyone around.

That dragon now belongs to the stars that watch over the dark
And if you look closely you'll see the dragons spark
It was a bravery that saved a village that was broken apart
Because there is no greater strength than a brave dragons heart.
Inspired by the movie
Katlyn Orthman Feb 2014
You get inside my blood stream
turning my veins to black
You make me yell, kick and scream
because you always turn your back
on me

I breathe you in
to feel you again
Underneath my skin
You feel like poison

You haunt me while dreaming
I can't keep track
On how many times I've woken up screaming
But then fall asleep hoping to get you back
because

I breathe you in
to feel you again
Underneath my skin
You feel like poison

But I don't want to be saved
Katlyn Orthman Feb 2014
I stood out among the crowd
all dressed in white and black
most wore skirts, and button up shirts
there hair was tamed each strand tucked away

They all sang lyrics repeated
with no moral to the melody
and looked down their nose
at those sitting in wait of their turn

But I wore ripped jeans
a shirt bright as day
hair in unbound curls
and a smile as I went

I stood in front of the judge
and heard each snicker
and remark that my attire
was not suitable, and for that I would fail

At first it stung a bit
to hear how cruel they could be
but then I remembered
that I was the one standing
up there showing the world
that I am me

And I sang with confidence
that when I sat down
they would remember me

That girl with the crazy friends
and an outfit unlike the rest
but sang with her head held high
and was proud because
she was raw and true
and sang with the song
instead of just going with the motions.
So today I went to a Solo Ensemble Contest, and sang in front of a judge. I didn't dress up in the traditional black and white attire simply because I am not a person of tradition. It was a bit nerve racking to hear so many people comment on the fact that I didn't, but I am over it because I think I did well. I'm proud that I even dedicated my time to this:) It was an amazing experience.
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