#kate
I don't know you
It's Friday
I feel a silent connection
that probably isn't there
and you probably don't care
but it's Friday.
you woke up another day
you wrote another poem
this one,
about ballet
I do ballet, it's horrible and make me suffer
but it's worth it
i'll watch you heal
everyday
i'll see you live on
forever and always
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
The top
Of a Ferris wheel
In the fleeting breeze
Of the setting summer sun.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Kate said that she liked bricks.
I was taught that bricks are bad.
And they are bad.
Kate likes to tell me about bricks.
I don't like to listen,
But I must listen or else Kate will lay bricks down.
Kate scares me.
I don't want to talk to her,
But I must.
I don't want to become like Kate,
And I don't want others to become like Kate.
Bricks are bad.
Stay away from Bricks and Brick Layers.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
DON'T WEAR YOUR HEART ON YOUR SLEEVE
THE QUEEN ADVISES THE YOUNG ROYALS
THERE ARE DEFINITELY TWO GENERATIONS
THAT FACE ALL THERE TOILS
ONE IS STRONG AND STOUT
AND HAS A GENERATION OF STRENGTH
THE OTHER GENERATION ARE YOUNG
AND EXPLAIN THEM IN LENGTH
BUT ONE THING IS FOR SURE THE
ROYAL FAMILY ARE TRULY LOVED
WEATHER IT'S THE QUEEN OR THE YOUNG ROYALS
THEY ARE BLESSED FROM ABOVE
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
PRINCE WILLIAM AND KATE
ARE SUING A MAGAZINE
THEIR PRIVATE LIVES ARE PRIVATE
AND NEVER TO BE SEEN
HERE IN AUSTRALIA JUST RELAXING
IN THE SUN AND TO REST
THE PAPARAZZI ARE TOO POUNCE
AND SHOW OF KATE'S BREAST
THIS INTRUSION INTO THERE LIFE
IS VERY QUESTIONABLE INDEED
THEY DEFINITELY HAVE THE RIGHT
TO SUE FOR MEDIA GREED
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
You are the sun
You shine brilliantly
And steal the gaze of everyone on this Earth
You give warmth, you allow beauty to be beholded
And are a beauty to behold in yourself
You, the sun, are the center of our universe,
Gravitating everything towards you
But you burn my eyes.
Your light and goodness glares into them
Blinding me at times
I attempt to wear shades, I attempt
I attempt to look away
But as soon as I do you’re reflected in a window
Your light, the sun’s light, pierces my gaze, Burning my eyes.
And yes, you are the center of our universe, my universe
But why is that a good thing?
You, the sun, get to shine and share your brilliance,
You get to make people happy
All people, except for me
I stand, with your light shining in my eyes, burning them
Blinding them, making it impossible to see anything else
Making me love the darkness of the nights.
The nights where I steal your glory temporarily as a star.
No one may notice, and no one may stay to watch,
But those nights are glorious, allowing me to glow bright, something you, the sun, taught me to do
But you soon rise from the other side of the Earth
Covering my light once again.
Did you know that stars never really disappear, you just can’t see them because of the sun?
I did.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
While the light faded from the windowpane,
I tried to encourage and push you
like a door swinging slowly on its hinges;
But nothing ever made you happy,
nothing ever satisfied you--
as the cool air grew thick and muggy with warmth,
you stomped on top of the floorboards,
which concealed my wounds, my scars, the bruises
I would never let anyone examine.
We struggled to get on the same page,
couldn't even reach the same sentence.
So when you screamed at me, aggressively and loudly,
I gave you the silent treatment,
your threats unable to rattle me.
Why can't I stop thinking about the way you'd
dry the wet off your back with a bath towel?
Don't you miss how I would blow your belly button,
or how you would moan softly as I scratched your back
with my guitar pick?
The cinema plays homevideos of the two of us
laughing at the drunk girl who wrecked her bumper
on the parking space concrete, and the two of us
holding each other's hands at the John Mayer concert.
A nook, a camera, a pair of sunglasses,
a Michael Kors purse, an emerald bracelet;
gifts to show you I cared, to show you I wanted
more than just one night cuddling in
your younger sister's apartment.
F. Scott Fitzgerald died in his forties,
holding a wine bottle in his hand like a newborn,
as his wife Zelda built a fire pit
and burned his stories, page after page, until
the characters twisted and rolled into ash and charcoal.
Are we the writers?
Or are we the characters?
Tell me you don't love me anymore,
so I could finally close the door shut.
Don't leave me voicemails, or send me text messages
with emojis and memes.
I remember we would cruise around Maryland
and Virginia, in my dad's silver sedan,
blasting music and smoking *****
But now we're swimming
in the deep end of the swimming pool.
You're wearing a life vest and I'm trying to keep afloat,
as the strong water hits my chest,
and the cold chills my bones.
You are Kate Winslet,
and I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
giving you the inflatable killer whale,
so that you could stay above water,
as I slip under the current of our decaying memory,
the years we've lost,
and the time which we'll never regain.
The door is closing on me
and everything darkens from the lights
to your face.
And I know now, that a piece of my heart
sits at the bottom of your mason jar,
like a corroded anchor
dug deep in the floor of the ocean.
Keep it,
and whether you come inside the house,
or walk out to the driveway,
close the door
like eyes
shutting for the last time.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
Sometimes, when I go for a drive,
I see myself in the side-view mirror.
And I say:
“Man, who’s that stud in the side-view?”
And other times when I go for a drive,
I see myself in the visor mirror.
And I say:
“Man, who’s that stud in the visor?”
But most times when I go for a drive,
I see myself in the rear-view.
And I say:
“Man, that stud is never going to get anywhere if he keeps living in the past.”
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Hi,
world !
I'm kate winslet,this is my new blog!
Have nice day !
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
I relax
Staring at the moon
Reflective beginnings
This is a day unlike no other
Before the dawn
Before the first zip or button
is fastened
The clothes lay at the end of the bed
Pregnant with possibilities
Step aside slumber
I'm awake
and feeling reborn
No second chances
It's now or never
No time for regret;
Endeavour
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Pain grips on her throat tightly
As she tries to break-free
For her yesterdays are but haunting,
Bittersweet tragedies
Her brown eyes suggest
That the storm will pass
And everything that breaks her
Must just be left in the past
Her hair is burning red
And inside, she's truly blue
So she races towards the future
Because "now" is such a cruel avenue
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
If I close my eyes you're here
But I'm not real
But you're here and you're alive
You're breathing
But I'm not real, I'm not alive
But touching you feels real
Your hands, so soft
I remember them being soft
Don't you understand
This isn't really me
I'm gone
I don't understand anything
You're here and why can't that be okay
Because I'm not really here
it's not okay for you to go on this way
You must let go
I tried and isn't that worth something
Can't I be allowed this moment of bliss with you
I'm not real
This isn't real
Let go Milo, let go
I'm dead and you must let go
I'll never let go
You're gone but my love will never leave
Forever is a simple thing
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC