Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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 8 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 about a month 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 2 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 3 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 5 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
It’s hard, it really is. We all do it, we all hold on too long. To things better left behind. Relationships included. Not forgotten, just dismissed.
Here I am again. Standing outside, looking in. Sitting the sidelines as the game winds down. Having hardly ever gotten to push play in my own movie.
My life bleeds away, one breath at a time. This countdown a constant stactic in the back of my thoughts. How I yearn to be free of my hours being spent in other’s endeavors.
Clarity. I have moments of clarity, mere seconds. Mere seconds, when, some slight breeze of unknown origin moves aside the vail that clouds our inner vision.
