Kat - Hello Poetry

Kat Dec 2017

This one's for the kids
Who grew up alone.
Who raised themselves,
Lifted out of the slums.

This one's for the kids
With dirt under their nails.
Lungs filled with smog,
No belief in fairy tales.

This one's for the kids
With old shoes on their feet.
To avoid the glass,
And cracks in the street.

This one's for the kids
Who travel by train.
They've got the tunnels memorized,
Stored in their brains.

This one's for the kids
Who've smelled the smoke since birth.
Lungs turned dark
Black like the earth.

This one's for the kids
With nothing to lose.
Where they're going to go?
They haven't got a clue.

Cheers to the kids
Who grew up alone.
Who raised themselves,
Lifted out of the slums.

Kat Dec 2017

She is...

She's darkness,
She's light.
A bitter wind,
The call of the night.

She's sweetness,
She's sorrow.
A lovely perfume,
The threat of tomorrow.

She's love,
She's hate.
The feelings of a lover,
That came too late.

She's here,
She's gone.
The remnants of a melody,
Of a long forgotten song.

Kat Dec 2017

When a Hero Falls

When a hero falls,
What can they say?
That "he was great;
He saved the day!"

But why would they cry?
He was just a mask,
The embodiment of good,
Who took up the task.

No one even knows,
The wife he holds dear,
The place he calls home,
What he has to fear.

His children will cry,
But no one will know,
Why they shed tears,
For the man they don't know.

For when a hero falls,
His name goes too,
Staining the memory
Of the man who never flew.

Kat Dec 2017

On Faking Smiles

"It'll be okay,"
They say,
As they leave you,
As they walk away.

So I smile.
My lips raise,
My teeth show,
"I'll be okay."

But the mouth can tell lies,
Not just by words,
But by action,
By faking smiles.

They all look,
They all see,
My upturned lips,
They see I'm happy.

But never once
Did they think,
That I could get by
On faking smiles.

Kat Dec 2017

And I Am Me

She's a beauty on stage,
A light at sea,
Forever she'll shine,
And I am me.

He's a greek god,
The perfect dream,
He'll defy all the odds,
And I am me.

She's the song of Dawn,
A gentle breeze,
A sweet summer love,
And I am me.

He's the flame behind the eyes,
His heart blissful and serene,
He's a gorgeous lie,
And I am me.

I'm the call of the wild,
Destruction and defeat,
Endlessly I'll wander
And this is me.

#rhyme #anxiety #society #beauty #comparison

Kat Jun 2017

Society, society

Society, society, what do you say?
You've dealt your cards, you've had your way.

Society, society, am I not enough?
I've skipped my meals and ran until I've thrown up.

Society, society, I've tried my best.
I studied all night long, and I passed all the test.

Society, society, what more do you need?
I'm on my knees and I'm starting to plead.

Society, society, I can't take much more.
They said by following your rules, I'd open more doors.

Society, society, why are you so cruel?
I'd try to make a change, but I know you'd win this duel.

Society, society, what more is there to say?
You've already made it so that I dread the next day.

Society, society, I wish I could win,
but I know if I fight back you'd see it as a sin.

Society, society, it's becoming way too hard,
going about my days with a leaden heart.

Society, society, you've made me give up,
but at least now the weight has lifted, and I can finally stand up.

#society #rhyme #sad

Kat Jun 2017

Do you remember?

Do you remember that hill where we sat and watched the stars?
Where we danced and played like the whole world was ours?

Do you remember that cottage with that old rustic chair?
Where we sat and told stories that we shared?

I miss that you know, you and I?
I wish I had never said goodbye.

For now when I watch you laugh, and smile,
I know you were worth the extra mile.

Because I remember looking up at the stars,
when we thought the whole world was ours.

And I remember all the late nights,
When they turned from sweet murmurs to daily fights.

Do you remember that hill where we sat and watched the stars?
Where we danced and played like the whole world was ours?

Do you remember that cottage with that old rustic chair?
Where we sat and told stories that we shared?

We could still be there, had I had more of a care.