Katie

Joined February 2021

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Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.

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Steps
Just suppose there is no path. But we must still find our way. Perhaps we are just blind to it, or does it not even exist, this whole universe one big random accident.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Fucked!
Why when you think that you’ve finally started to have some truth in your life, your relationships does the inevitable curve ball come?
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Early Morning shopping
Well quite a few years ago, I had an interesting morning. Thankfully time has softened the mental anguish. I was up at the usual hour getting ready for work. It was a warm summer morning, and after my normal routine, which included brushing my teeth ( this point becomes important a little bit later) I headed out.
By Katie 5 years ago in Confessions
A little Americana
An American pastime, still playing out today. The sounds, the smells, the spinning moving lights, all these and more creating an atmosphere. Engaging all of our senses. Bringing many a smile to children everywhere.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
This Shame
Why should I feel this shame, this guilt? Why should the hatred of others, the lack of understanding of others cause me to feel the shame that I do?
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
My tightrope
Sometimes I feel as if I’m walking a tightrope. Without anyone’s knowledge. This daily balancing act I navigate on my own. Looking always for some safe spot to land, but never really finding it. And so I continue to balance, swaying back and forth.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Wounded
There are tears cascading down her face. Caused by pain, not a physical pain though it may feel that way. But an emotional pain leeching from her thoughts. Her raw feelings.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Magic
Some sounds of a warm summer night fill my ears. Sounds of peepers and bullfrogs. The hooting of an owl, calling to others.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Of Tyrants and Kings
Our history is littered with Kings and Tyrants. Those who thought to rule us. Always with the sword or false promises.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Time
The room is quiet but for the clock, ticking away small slices of my life. Clicking continually with gears and springs
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
At Their Own Hand
Breathe in the dust of the dead, blowing endlessly through the empty streets. Long rows of useless cars rusted to heaps barely recognizable to those
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
The Life of a star
Stretched between here and eternity rests my brief existence. Completely unnoticed by the cosmos. Of what consequence does my breathing exert?
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets