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 Mar 2015 Katlyn Orthman
tap
It’s already midnight.* Go to sleep, dear.
   You have a brand new day ahead of you.
He’s already in his bed,
   dreaming of someone else.
Why are you still wide awake,
   quietly proclaiming your love for him?
The only person who can hear your confession
   is you, the lovestruck insomniac.
is it wrong for me to say that i don't actually have anyone in mind when i write poems like this?
 Mar 2015 Katlyn Orthman
Natasha
No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
                     Gone

    Gone.
The titles also a radiohead song. But it doesnt seem like a bad idea. Erase everyones memories of me and just leave. Fall back into the everlong seas of black unconcious and then hopefully to the end of time- the extraterrestrial, super inconcievable meaning of life. I believe we find it when we die. I dont even know, I dont think anyone loves me so its about that time.
Dark towering forms
With strength of millennia
Weak against our love
 Mar 2015 Katlyn Orthman
daisies
If evolution
is all that we think it is,
then why are the feelings
towards the one you love
a thing?

Or could it be
slowly killing those most vulnerable,
let alone the easily-wounded,
those effortlessly broken into mortal shards,
leaving the cold-hearted,
those with the walls far up too high to reach,
those immune to such torment?

Maybe evolution
is truly all that we think it is,
and perhaps I'll be gone
way too soon
for my liking.
With broken wings
still i sing
i am far from death
and with this dream i will burn
**all the world has left
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