"katerina" poems
I walk alone, out in the vastness
of space, heavens vaults, darkness
leavened by the brilliance of
unknown galaxies, and the far off
light of distant stars.
I am alone. lost in this eternal
field, of dark and light, black
and white, and all between,
shining, eternal light, to shine
forever, and bathe heaven, radiant,
in its undying light.
I wander, lost. Am I a spirit,
to wander so, sad and lonely,
cut off from the roiling, chaotic,
masses of humanity, and set to
wander, adrift in a brilliant sea,
vivid colors clashing always,
with the ever present void of
infinity?
But why, if I am here, are not others?
Where are they? Is space so vast, am
I to wander endlessly, lost in the void of
eternity, to be at last at peace, but to have
none others to share it with, none to join me
in my wanderings, none to acompany me
in my eternal journey, none to make it "our"
instead?
And what of Katerina? What of her? Is she here
wandering also, lost and alone even as I am,
enduring the silence of space, alone unto eternity
and beyond?
Or is she some other place, doomed to
eternal pain, locked away, to scream
unheard, save by her tormentor, some
thing of darkness, created from
the blackness of infinity, immortal,
set to guard the way to heavens bliss
the angels dying, falling?
Or is this all, this vast infinity, souls
doomed to wander forever, never
meeting, never crossing, alone
in solitude, forever and for all
the infinite centuries of eternity,
alone?
I wander here, lost for countless
years, stars vanish in heat and
light, whilst I wander, spirit
cast off, set adrift to wander,
centuries come and go,
while I stop to listen for
some imagined sound,
some human voice,
heard but unheard,
the darkness eats my mind,
while light replaces it,
with thoughts of
eternity, solitude and
bliss, together forever,
I and eternity, set to tread
alone through space, from now
until the end of Time.
I am alone, and I wonder,
perhaps, I am not
alone, perhaps I do not wander,
but instead set my feet to the path
appointed me. For perhaps those
stars were not always stars,
those nebulae not always so,
gaseous and vast, but instead were
souls like me, journeying only
to meet their ends as light and
gas and rocky spheres?
Perhaps, I shall know,
perhaps I shall see,
later amidst eternity.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Gemini are notorious for having “split” personalities, and I am no different. I have two sides of me that are always at war within me.
Both the Devil and the Angel within me are trying to influence me, in the form of thoughts running through my head that makes it seem like i'm talking to myself.
I emphasizes on the fact that my character is composed into two parts, the ‘angel,’ the one that wants to do good not only for myself but also for others, and also the ‘devil,’ the selfish, more arrogant division in my persona that drives me to do things that’ll make me stray off the path of righteousness.
Elena and Katerina, which again connotes the incredible duality and polarity of my character. Even though it seems like they’re almost two different people, they’re most definitely one whole character.
My inner good realized what I am doing is dangerous, but my inner demons insist on coming out at night. When I say “not closing the curtains”, im showing the real dark half of myself.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Hair of flame, and eyes of ice, heart of gold, and freckled face, weave your spell with gentle hands lulling the wild beast's demand
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Kratos the King, keenly kept the Kingdom of Kittens,
Katerina was his Kween, his Khaleesi,
Kindheartedly he kindled her,
Katerina was kind and knowledgeable,
Yet Katerina kindled no kittens for the King,
Kratos, who was keen for kids.
Knuckles was a knight, keen and klutzy,
Knuckles kept the killing knife,
He kept knaves from the King’s Kingdom.
Kiska kept the kitchen.
Kawaii and krasiva was Kiska.
Knuckles kindled her, kindheartedly, as she was his kin.
Karma kindled kindly in the Kingdom,
Kinetic kaleidoscopic karma,
Kindred karma of kindness,
Karma knotted in kinesis,
***** karma,
Kooky karma -
Knocked-out the karmic kismet:
Kratos kissed Kiska.
…
Katerina knew Kiska was knocked-up,
Kindlessly she kneaded killing karma, and,
Knowingly knocked Knuckles into knowing:
Kiska his kin, keyed kingly by Kratos!
“Knave! Klepto! Kin of the kennel!”
Knuckles kicked-off at Kratos.
“Katerina! Thou know-it-all Karen!”
“Kiska is no kink to me!”
“Knowst me kempt and kosher!”
Kratos knew he was kaput.
The Knight kicked the King, killingly,
Kicked and kept kicking.
Kratos kneeled, knackered,
Knocked down,
He knew, the killing knife was,
Kinda a kindness…
Knowing the knockout,
Knuckles killed the King!
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC