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Katrina Wendt Dec 2011
Noun.
A profound change (inspiration)
in form (strength)
from one stage (bravery)
to the next (satisfaction)
2011
Katrina Wendt Dec 2011
I cry for the boy
Whose own father
Abandoned him as a small child

I weep for the boy
Raised in a shallow world
Who succeeded beyond their expectations

My heart aches for the boy
Who lost his mother
To cancer

And breaks for the boy
Who lost his grandfather
That same year

I cry for that boy
Who does not cry for himself
But who has become an unfeeling man
2011
Katrina Wendt Dec 2011
Noun.
The natural force of attraction
exerted by a body (You)
upon objects at or near its surface (Me)
tending to draw them toward
the center of the body. (Together)
2011
Katrina Wendt Dec 2011
A little perspective
Goes a long way
When the difference between
Perceived pain
And actual pain
Is the difference between
A kiss that must end
And a relationship ended.
2011
Katrina Wendt Dec 2011
I was raised by my
Fixes everything
Does it on his own
Came home smellin' like grease and gasoline
Hugging us before changing his uniform
Kind of dad

A do what you're told when you're told to do it
Listen to what I'm saying
Don't talk back to me
Or you'll get it
Kind of dad

A quiet talking
Loud thinking
Says what's on his mind
Doesn't take no *******
Kind of dad

The taught me how to drive
To always tell the truth
Tell someone when you love them
Be respectful and kind
Kind of dad

A don't talk to strangers
Be home before dark
Be careful climbing that tree
Don't hit your brother
Kind of dad

A you're my favorite daughter
We can talk about anything
I love you always
No matter what
Kind of dad
2009
Katrina Wendt Nov 2011
Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.
2011
Katrina Wendt Oct 2011
I sing as the wind
Blows in my face
And through my hair
It whispers to me.

Hanging by a line
Spinning and spinning
Getting dizzy just watching
The world around me.

Sometimes when the wind is strong
My people get upset
And they bring me down
Until a calmer day.

[wind chimes]
2007
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