Katie

Joined February 2021

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Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.

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Cut Flowers
There’s some photos on the fridge, reminders of people and pets, places and things. Happy reminders of our personal lives, past and present.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Time and space
Halloween in America, it has certainly morphed over the centuries. What was, is no longer, at least for most. Houses decorated, haunted hayrides, carved pumpkins and then there’s the costumes. As a child my mother made all of our costumes, from Superman to the tin man. Burning old corks to black out our eyes for that Frankenstein costume.
By Katie 5 years ago in Confessions
These Hands
For a lifetime I’ve used these hands, these muscles, these bones. My body a tool, to be used. An extension of my consciousness.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
The colors of Nature
As an observer to my own life I’ve found that in most things, I see things differently than most. My views, my opinions, my ideas, slightly askew from the norm.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Darts of poison
Why is everything a manipulation, some form of guilt laid at my feet. This constant game of making me feel inadequate. Darts thrown, sharp little poison darts spun from words hurled at me with intent. Meant to cause pain, small scarring words.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Pulling free
Take me, Away. Hold out your hand that I may grasp it. Pulling me up to a new future, lifting me from this morass of guilt and cowardice.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
A Funeral
A funeral, the mourners were a multitude. But no one came, no one came to this funeral. They had all stood by and watched the slow death. They had all stood in silence and watched, their mouths mute.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Life’s puzzle
There’s a piece missing. It may be lost. I’ve been looking for it, for most of my life. This missing piece of my existence.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Sin Eater
Why do they do it? Always. Do I have some natural attraction for people to want to vent to me? To want to lay their sins, their problems on my doorstep. Throwing off their burdens that I may pick them up.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Oneself
You don’t know me. Not really. No one does. I hardly know myself sometimes. The face in the mirror a stranger. The reflection aside, how do I see myself, how do I know myself? How do I find again, myself?
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
A Feeling of Isolation
Our world is an emotional train wreck, we’ve been put through the wringer. Everyday some new gut punch. And then they want us to isolate, to deny one of our basic needs,
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
The Rain puddle
What life this puddle reflects, is it mine or am I just along for the ride? Have all my steps been my own or have I allowed myself led, have I given over my life to the control of others without my consent, simply by my silence.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets