kathleen

kathleen May 9

Control

I want to have some control, just something, one thing, please. Please.
But everything’s moving and I can’t stop it.
I can’t stop the eyes. I can’t stop the voices.
Can I even stop myself?

Clawing at my skin for some urgent sense of control,
or have I even lost control of myself,
as the blood looks like dew upon skin
in the search for something I can hold.

Apr 25

Lyle

gone

What
if
I
was
just

Gone?

kathleen Apr 25

embrace

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism, and I want to devour you whole.
to steal your breath and combine it with mine, so I can live and breathe you.
I am your oxygen, and you, my fire. So consume me... I'm yours.

kathleen Apr 25

brown eyes

I’ve never liked brown eyes
maybe because I’ve never liked anything that reflects in a mirror
I never liked brown eyes until I met yours.

Apr 10

RedMushrooms

Scars

They come in many
Shapes and sizes
Some are white
Some are pink
Some are brown
and others are purple
Some you can't see
Some are thick
Some are thin
They might even hurt
One thing that they
All have in common is
that they all have a story.
Whether it's from
Climbing a tree
or from crashing a car
maybe it wasn't an accident.
Thought no matter what
Every
Single
Scar
Is beautiful
No matter what you say
or other people say.
They are as beautiful
As the sunset
over the ocean.

Apr 9

kash

The Real Me

Sometimes I wonder if they see
The real me
Cause if I die
Would they wear the suit and tie
Or look the other way
Opposite direction of the castaway