Kayla Hollatz

Kayla Hollatz Oct 2012

Your life is written on your palms
the creases anxiously spreading
all leading to unique paths
changing, for nothing is predetermined.

Kayla Hollatz Oct 2012

Boozed.

As it ever so lightly touches your lips
The liquid disappears
Just as your soul does.

It all turns to black.

Kayla Hollatz Sep 2012

Fall, Falling.

As the leaves change their pigment
and fall through the brisk autumn air
Darling, don't you go changing on me too
for I will catch you if you begin to fall.

The leaves are just about to begin to change colors and a new season is upon us.

Kayla Hollatz Aug 2012

Frozen In Time.

There stands the frozen man
In which time stands endlessly still
Only a distant memory, fading with age
Trapped in a quaint box, his life sentence.

I wrote this poem on a road trip around the west coast of the U.S. I meant for this poem to be about memories living on through photograph, hence the frozen man.

Kayla Hollatz Aug 2012

Black Hole.

Everything goes in, rushing quickly
Only to realize there is no way out
Lost in darkness that seems endless
Until a small pocket of light appears
In the far far distance
It gets bigger as it pulls everything closer
Only to disappear as suddenly as it came.

Kayla Hollatz May 2012

Tight.

The violence of my vast imagination
wraps around me,
grabs a hold of me,
tight,
tightly,
tighter,
until there is nothing left.

Kayla Hollatz Mar 2012

Sketch.

You cocked your head to the side
And parted your lips slightly to show a sly smile

Slowly, you raised your lightweight shirt
To show the words that would be permanently sketched on your body

Forever

Your body is a canvas
and you decorated it like so

It's beautiful.

A friend of mine has a wonderful tattoo dedicated to a neighbor of his who passed away a little over a year ago. Although some people may find it to be too large in size and that it is of the girl's name and a song lyric, I find it absolutely beautiful and genuine.