"katelyn" poems
to my Madolyn, Rob , Soliana, Malak, Pinkpearl, Daniel, BJ, Miki, Jules, Willow, Poets Rain, Her, Ashan, Billy, Katelyn, Kirstens, Leah, Emily, Liz, Skyler, HB, Danielle, Robin, Lynnie, Veer, Abigail, and Fawn
We haven't been here long
At all
But your support has been
overwhelming
...to us at least
We haven't written masterpieces
At all
But your responses have been
overpowering
...to us at least
Know we notice you,
Know we recognize you,
and try to get to know you
through the words you present
We could never repay you
At all
But, please, don't forget
we love you
...to say the least
We are honored
We will always work to honor you
Sincerely yours,
A&T (seriously not a ripoff)
P.S.
I can't handle anymore people so you guys are going to have
to help me ****** anyone new coming over. I'll pay.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
I wish that Katelyn lived closer
Drunk dialing would go a little more smoothly
for me if she at least lived in a neighboring city
I said I would crawl to you and I would
but I'd hardly make it to the end of the street
let alone over the state line before inevitable collapse
I wish that Kristi didn't disappear
My mind would be a little more at ease if I knew
why you vanished in the first place
Questions would have answers
ego would be pieced back together and
that foolish hopeful flame would (hopefully) be extinguished
I wish that Caitlyn wasn't so sweet
a cavity of the heart made the sugar maddening
but you still were so true
sometimes I find myself wanting that madness again
to be alone in company and calamity,
to feel someone's gaze in total love and acceptance;
most times I don't
I wish that Angie wasn't spoken for
I respect your loyalty, I do
You don't come by that very often
But don't you just want to cast that aside?
Don't you want to succumb and give in?
Just this once, let your desires win
But that's just my desire talking
Don't listen
I wish I wasn't so convinced now, so cold
All I know is the cruelty buried
underneath mesmerizing complexities
I also wish my **** didn't burn so bad coming out,
so, now I don't know what to think anymore
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
I once met the most beautiful girl
but she was also the most broken
she was just as shatered as the mirror I broke
because I couldnt stand my reflection.
I think she was beautiful
because her frown was the most genuine
thing that was is real in this world.
She sang once, but the birds didnt care to
sing along, because her voice was never heard
I think she was beautiful
not because she was angry, sad, hopeless,suicidal,fragile
but because she was still standing
she was beautiful because after everything
she was the only one still standing.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
I'm called a lot of names
But the name I go by the most is Renita
Its my middle name but its the other me
My second life hidden behind my first name
Renita will always be my actual name
For my depressed,Unhappy,crushed,hurt self
My first is like my beautiful lie
Katelyn might be bubbly and happy
But check behind her and you'll find Renita
"Do you really know how much pain can be in one person,one girl,one me"
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Why?
Why did I love you?
Why did I trust you?
I knew you would only hurt me
But I guess i was to foolish to see it.
Why did I say yes?
Why couldn't I guess what was to happen?
You were stupid to lose me
Because now you may never have me.
You only made me happy
But I see it was only a front I had.
I wish you were more mature
To really see how you felt
Because if you did look inside
You would have seen
I really meant nothing to you.
I am truly happy now.
Can't you see it?
So why do you always try and ruin it?
I am happy with someone
Who you can't take me from.
Her name is Katelyn Janelle
And she will always be mine.
You will never have me
As long as we are happy together.
So again I ask myself
Why did I love you?
Why?
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
“you can't go home,” said thomas wolfe, “back home to the
old forms and systems of things which once seemed ever
lasting but which are changing all the time.” but...here i am.
i've shattered that idea like expensive broken china, like the
mirrors i shattered within the 72 hours of being back here in
texas, the state of volatile weather patterns and skeletons i've
hid in the toybox in the attic upstairs. he said, “i can't go back
home to my childhood.” thomas, i have retained memories
like these and kept them hidden in the jewelry box along
with the lock of my hair i cut with scissors purposely when
i was seven tied up in a bow. i've uncovered artifacts from
my past, refuting your statement. thomas said, “i cannot go
back home to aestheticism.” as he believes the small-town
image i exist within will shapeshift at will and without
hesitation. another thing, he mentioned, “i cannot go back
home to one's youthful idea of 'the artist' and the all-sufficiency
of 'art' and 'beauty' and 'love'.” landmarks still stand out to me.
the bridge connecting both parks nearby my house overlooking
a large lake at the peak of the golden hour is sufficient enough
for art. it is sufficient enough to be considered something of
beauty, that needs to be captured. it is sufficient enough to
remember i've loved and lost so many things on this bridge.
thomas said, “i cannot go back home to the father you have
lost and have been looking for.” but thomas, i have recently
faced my dad with red glazed-over eyes, and he has always
been looking out for me. he has always shone a beacon
towards me, yet i've been so terrified of following the lights
in fear of losing my shadows. you told me, “i cannot go back
home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden
for you.” all i have been doing is surrounding myself with
people who can help me, save me, and ease my burdens.
and i can't help but notice gaps in these moments when
you say, “you're back home to the escapes of time and
memory, but katelyn, remember, the old forms and systems
of things which once seemed everlasting are rapidly changing
all the time.” and i notice the large gaps like amnesia blackouts.
sorrow can handle long distance relationships, but i can not.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Oh little Angel forever loved,
Surrounded by your family up above.
Robert & Amy by your side,
My three angels gone to hide.
Play safe and soft, gently remember this,
I send each one my love and gentle kiss.
My heart still aches the tears still flow,
I'm waiting patiently down below.
Oh how I wish I could have minded you so,
Katelyn, Robert & Amy I never wanted you all to go.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Alicia,
Brynde,
Braden,
Kate,
This one's for you,
My children....
Alicia came upon a wish,
Surprise, surprise!
Our lives could never be the same,
Bright and pretty,
Intelligence to stun....
Brynde followed within two years
To join her sister,
To make life full,
A way with Daddy's heart,
A feisty soul,
And willful charmer of bees.
Braden's entrance brought me joy,
To join me as our only boy,
A melancholy son at times, but sharp
At math and quick debate,
Able bodied little man now tall and strong,
I am so glad you came along.
When Katelyn joined our band of five,
We both were stunned, and yet the joy
You brought us with your winning smiles,
Your brains and voice and dancer beauty
Cannot be measured, can't be bought.
As I am growing old, I've cried my share of tears,
I've laughed and raved and mourned the years,
I thought my work was in another place away
From you, my bonnie bairns, but as the years come on,
I must give thanks for you...each one,
And count myself a man so blessed
To have four children safely born,
To have a loving wife,
My only love, and Mother of you all.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Dear time,
Oh how you seem to fly by
When I look into the eyes
Of my dear old grandfather
Throughout my whole life,
He keeps ticking away
At times he is fast as Usain Bolt during the Olympics
But at others he drags along,
Like a kid with a backpack full of homework
When I get to the end of the road
I will look back on how great my grandfather was,
And reflect on all the things I could've done with him.
But now I still have my time with him
And I will make every second last
-Katelyn
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Dear grandfather,
I watch you age before my eyes.
Throughout my whole life,
You keep ticking away.
At times you are fast as Usain Bolt during the Olympics
But at others you d r a g a l o n g,
Like a kid with a backpack full of homework
When I get to the end of the road
I will look back on how great you were,
And reflect on all the things I could've done with you.
But now I still have my time with you
And I will make every second last
-Katelyn
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Katelyn has this intensity
I can only describe with her eyes
As they focus on mine
Almost feral
When rhythm pulsed, and she took
My palm in hers
Pulling me from seat to floor
As bodies rocked around us–
I thought it might be her eyeliner
Or the smoke drifting between us.
Maybe I was the focus, or the idea
Kept within alcoholic ferver,
While I was mid answer
To her question, held in the pause
Of her sway, of her strut, of her
Break, reach, pivot, and turn.
My hand rest upon her waist
Yet I felt her control,
Leading me from anxiety
To something a little less
Hesitant.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC