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Katlyn Orthman Jun 2014
A glass breaks
They're mad again
Dad stayed out last night
with his best friend

She's crying
Heart broken on the floor
Her boyfriends fist crashed through the wall
her face, and then the door

He's drinking
Tipping the bottle back to erase the pain
She broke his heart again
he feels insane

He's barely alive
She's threatening to let go
Her beating heart
Is all that he knows

She's a single mother
Her children are her life
She seen their father
Out with his new wife

They can't get away
From the war in their hearts
The guns the bombs...
Are tearing them apart
Just a small poem on love, and that's not to say that it's all bad. I think there are ups and downs in everything we do, and each is just as important. We can't let the bad things break us, but use the lessons in them to make us stronger.
Katlyn Orthman May 2014
See this heart encased by imperfect skin
It masks the beauty that is locked within
Because society has no eyes to look inside
At the beauty that commercials hide

We see perfection as an image to high
That we fight to make ourselves try
to be something that will never make sense
In this sad world that encourages this

We hear names screamed out at us
to morph us into something, while society laughs at us
It's telling us if we fit the role
then maybe you'll be considered full

They tell you to be yourself then list out what to change
And if your opinions are different you're suddenly strange
If you don't look or act or live a certain way
Then you're automatically cast out and shamed

Hold your head up high and press on
Because I won't be conformed to a society
That's hiding me
Because I'm not who they say I should be
Katlyn Orthman May 2014
We've traveled these long roads together
Battling these monsters hand in hand
Along the road we came to terms
We began to understand

We've seen the sunset
And watched the moon rise
Laughed effortlessly together
And disguised our hopeless cries

Time seems to have passed us by
Because I've seemed to forget your smile
Your eyes are a dim memory in my mind
I haven't heard your voice in my head in a while

I sat beside your grave
And even brought you flowers
I gazed up at the moon hoping I'd see you
As a shooting star in the highest of the star towers

I sat there all night
Wishing you'd just return to my embrace
Crying as I wished I could go back in time
And tell you I loved you, and memorize your face

Because those little things that never seemed to matter
Matter so much more than they ever did
I need to see every flaw and perfection
That you ever hid

Because now your six feet too far
And the ground is far too cold
I can't reach down and pull you up
Your bones are to fragile to hold
Katlyn Orthman May 2014
Watch me wither and decay
As I linger and chip away
I'm fading from this place

My hearts fallen out of my chest
and I've tried my very best
to sew it back in

My soul is wearing thin
and I wait for it to take over my skin
As I fall apart

This sad song keeps playing in my head
As my conscious realizes I am dead
Buried deep beneath my sins

Take this empty shell of me
Twist it into to dust, you'll see
There's nothing left to give

I'm falling away
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Lay my body rich with coins
As my dawn turns to dusk I will depart
Bless my soul to be reborn
And pray I keep my heart

Charon waits upon his boat
To carry me to the Otherside
I'll travel The River Styx
And marry time, as I am Waiting's bride

Bearded Ferryman of the dead
Refuse me not as I pay your debt
Tell Hades to lift the gates
For fate and I have met

Guide this monstrous beast
Along the waters spine
As we set off towards Afterlife
Where waits the Underworlds divine
Just a short poem about Charon (Kharon) a ferryman of the underworld in Greek mythology who served under Hades. Greek people would bury their dead with one obol, or coin, so they may pay his fee and be able to cross the river. Without the coin the souls could not pass. Some would make it without the coin and others would not.
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Plague rests upon the tips of green leaves
Turning them to black with disease
Darkness seeps into the fragile sky
The stars begin to ascend as the sun slowly dies

Tears feed the soil with their woe
Rivers are born, of sadness they flow
So early war has taken hostage
This Earths thick foliage

Skin decays and fades away
But angry souls do remain
Their cadaverous fingerprints left behind
As time begins to pass them by

Nocturnal night lingering here
With death drifting near
These people weep
They no longer sleep
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
I sat before the court
Only each face staring back at me,
was my own

What are you dreams?
How about your goals?
What are the mountain tops
you climb to make you whole?


I closed my eyes
I tried to think,
but the harder I tired
the farther I start to sink

My only goal is to find my way out
This place is cruel and evil
Intentions are always stained
with some ulterior motive

Love is always killed by hate
The light becomes the enemy
It leaves me in a broken state.

My dreams were crushed,
before I ever dreamed
I stare in my own eyes,
and wonder what it's worth?
There's no love for me,
nothing here for me on Earth.

Sometimes I figure this place is hell
No way to prove it, so no way to tell
I fight the urge to torture myself
Somehow it's like settling my debts,
Debts that were dealt with someone
I've never met


The gavel smacks once
And the jury decides
I'm already imprisoned
In the prison inside
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