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Kathleen May 2016
No, don't change me!!
because I don't want to
Help me grow
even in a way that is out of your will
Let me learn from you
so I also have something to offer
Set me free, for my heart to expand
til the edge of the space
until it grows fonder
You watered the flowers where it blooms within me
when it takes a lot of persistence
to keep them alive
Don't scrub off the scars
marked by the pocks of hurt
because it's how I get here
how I empathize with others' pain
that made me realize how much people needs people

My ache chose you long time ago
over a thousand splendors
But you still wanted anybody else
and shun my embodied pool of stitched soul.
Kathleen Dec 2015
I wish words that imply feelings
aren't used too much as if they are
clichés

I wish words could transcend to our minds like stones hitting
against each other under the sea, as they echo
beneath and producing more sounds through the surge,
and reach people with it.

I wish the words I verbalize mean so much to people
that they'll never try to ignore it and how much it pains me*
why it never goes past their hearts and make an impact
*deep within their soul.
Kathleen Dec 2015
My exhaustion is picky;
It says, "No, I don't want to do this anymore".
Neither there are reasons nor none why it causes me to be sad  momentously, it doesn't even matter.
Just as long as it is buried down my chest until I feel a pang of ache,
I'm sure, tears will be the backwash behind all of these.
  Nov 2015 Kathleen
Jim Morrison
a series of notes, prose-poems
stories, bits of play & dialog
Aphorisms, epigrams, essays

Poems? Sure
Kathleen Nov 2015
Should I be glad for I'll soon let go
of the discreet cord you used to girdle around my neck
Or should I feel the resentment for hurting you while I'm in pain?
I apologize
for being stuck between
experiencing the pang of guilt and innocence.
But encompassing all of these,
I'll set you out single-handedly
knowing I'll be gone even though
I'm still here
caring
caring
caring
and still caring about you.
I'm in such a chaos for convincing myself that I do care
but showing you the exact opposite thing.
Nonetheless, I'll be gone.
But never, ever left.
a poem that I won't send to you
  Nov 2015 Kathleen
Charles Bukowski
the women of the past keep
phoning.
there was another yesterday
arrived from out of
state.
she wanted to see
me.
I told her
"no."

I don't want to see
them,
I won't see them.
it would be
awkward
gruesome and
useless.

I know some people who can
watch the same movie
more than
once.

not me.
once I know the
plot
once I know the
ending
whether it's happy or
unhappy or
just plain
dumb,
then

for me
that movie is
finished
forever
and that's why
I refuse
to let
any of my
old movies play
over and over again
for
years.

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