Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Without thought, I whisper. Feeling the need, lest I break the spell. This seemingly perfect scene, my eyes feasting on it’s beauty.
By Katie 6 days ago in Poets
I can hear its pecking. Chipping away at the siding, exposing new layers to the air. To the world. My world. How timely, this event. As my world starts to crumble. As the walls start to fall.
By Katie 8 days ago in Poets
It swirls around me, enveloping me. It is a dangerous place, it’s allure can overwhelm. I want to give in, need to give in, almost.
By Katie 10 days ago in Poets
Perhaps a quest is in order. A “Monty Python” style quest of epic proportions. Gathering my knights, we’ll head off to conquer and pillage. There’s many a damsel in distress that needs saving I’m sure. Perhaps along the way we could stop off at the local pub for a pint or two.
By Katie 16 days ago in Poets
Choices, life is nothing if it isn’t choices. Layer upon layer of choices, each one distinct. Each one may have the weight of mountains, each one affecting what comes next. A profound, constantly expanding, layering of what becomes our life.
By Katie 29 days ago in Poets
Your words, mean, are meant to hurt. Sticky, they stay with me like a stain. Unable to wash them away, they soak into the fabric of my being.
By Katie 2 months ago in Poets
Were I to tell you, would you still stand where now you do? Would you pause to consider all that flows around you? Around you and through you. Changing you continuously.
Winter’s song is strong in my heart. It’s quiet melody seldom appreciated, plays on regardless. Even the wind plays differently than it usually does, dry and cold it forces me to turn inward with my thoughts.
I’m on a slope, sliding. Falling, almost. To what? towards what?.....it remains uncertain. I am aware, all too well of my existence, I have lived more days than I have left to live.
By Katie 3 months ago in Poets
I am covered in scars, though if you were to pass me in the street, you wouldn’t know. Were I naked you still wouldn’t. They are scars today, though once they weren’t.
By Katie 4 months ago in Poets
It came as a whisper, or a thought perhaps. “Are you there?” Startled, I tensed momentarily. Caught between sleep and wakefulness.
By Katie 6 months ago in Poets
Karma, does it exist? Do people really receive just punishment in return for having done some unjust thing against another? The bigger the transgression, the bigger the boomerang.
By Katie about a year ago in Poets
