Submissions by kitsykat
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write...I lie....I remember...I'm dead.
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 5:20pm
7th Mar 2014 5:20pm
I close my eyes...
I think of you and close my eyes
I ache to feel that time again
the spirit of us way back when.
The smallest taste of how we were
could salve a soul and make it whole.
Lost in deep emotions
how you took my heart and wrapped it tight,
held me through the night.
I miss you.
In deepest love I carried you;
the way we used to laugh and shared
those thoughts when no-one really knew or cared.
I remember all those times
flickered moments in the past
how the time...
I ache to feel that time again
the spirit of us way back when.
The smallest taste of how we were
could salve a soul and make it whole.
Lost in deep emotions
how you took my heart and wrapped it tight,
held me through the night.
I miss you.
In deepest love I carried you;
the way we used to laugh and shared
those thoughts when no-one really knew or cared.
I remember all those times
flickered moments in the past
how the time...
574 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 7:33pm
6th Mar 2014 7:33pm
I Wonder...
I wonder...
As we swing to and fro,
do our lives shrink or grow,
turn us inside or out,
Are we sure or in doubt,
Do we push or we pull,
is it empty or full,
should we ebb or just flow,
or do none of us know.
Are we saved, or just spent,
should we lie or repent,
Shall we praise or lament,
just say no or consent.
Concur or ask why
should we laugh or just cry
are we low or up high,
Will this life pass us by.
Searching outside and in,
is it through thick or thin,
could we lose or...
As we swing to and fro,
do our lives shrink or grow,
turn us inside or out,
Are we sure or in doubt,
Do we push or we pull,
is it empty or full,
should we ebb or just flow,
or do none of us know.
Are we saved, or just spent,
should we lie or repent,
Shall we praise or lament,
just say no or consent.
Concur or ask why
should we laugh or just cry
are we low or up high,
Will this life pass us by.
Searching outside and in,
is it through thick or thin,
could we lose or...
715 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2014 8:00pm
5th Mar 2014 8:00pm
Lost in Transit...
She doesn't have follow one single train of thought in her mind, in fact she doesn't have a clue where she’s going sometimes, but she does have doors in her head, closed dusty old doors, guarded by armies of vicious vocabulary and when anyone ever got close in the past they would fire damning nasty spiteful words, always their aim to stop, if not maim any intruders. She stung people with the simplest of comments and strangely gained enjoyment from this, but it was mostly brought about by fear that someone was getting too close, that they were trying to sneak past her in some way to help...
651 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 7:04pm
5th Mar 2014 7:04pm
Torn...
Its belated I know,
it took a while to grieve that ‘being hated’ feeling.
I am under no illusions now,
you made it seem it was your heart I was breaking,
though I think not,
as there was mine, tender hurt and aching.
Hate was painless for you
and the sight of what was lost, you easily let go.
So, life is as I make it;
I’m sure it wouldn't do to feel pretense
or even try to fake it.
I cannot lie, it hurt back then.
The beauty is I’d never substitute
an open bottled cure for all my ills,
even when at...
it took a while to grieve that ‘being hated’ feeling.
I am under no illusions now,
you made it seem it was your heart I was breaking,
though I think not,
as there was mine, tender hurt and aching.
Hate was painless for you
and the sight of what was lost, you easily let go.
So, life is as I make it;
I’m sure it wouldn't do to feel pretense
or even try to fake it.
I cannot lie, it hurt back then.
The beauty is I’d never substitute
an open bottled cure for all my ills,
even when at...
627 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Mar 2014 4:21pm
2nd Mar 2014 4:21pm
I feel you...
Are those pangs of pain that stab at my heart, the final piece of you trying to escape me?
Are the days when you're with someone else, those very same days that my soul feels so dark and uninviting?
The times I search my soul thinking you've gone, those are the days I am most afraid.
While ever I find a whisper of you, I know you are the one that allows yourself to be there.
If one day I search and you are gone, I will know it's finally over.
I just want and need you there, whether we are together or not, simply because you are a true part...
Are the days when you're with someone else, those very same days that my soul feels so dark and uninviting?
The times I search my soul thinking you've gone, those are the days I am most afraid.
While ever I find a whisper of you, I know you are the one that allows yourself to be there.
If one day I search and you are gone, I will know it's finally over.
I just want and need you there, whether we are together or not, simply because you are a true part...
650 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 10:08pm
29th Sep 2013 10:08pm
Severed Rose
We are captured by the roses, in purest white of soul,
A beauty edged with crimson, where hints of love had grown.
The merging of great spirits, that crossed a fragile line
Gave their power to the roses, as their white and red combine
Yet the stem that once protected, seemed to tear those lives apart,
Destroying all the beauty, as it scarred a tender heart,
The pure unblemished petals soon faded through to grey
And the crimsoned edge of heartfelt love, wilted with decay.
In the beauty of the rose sits a breath of...
A beauty edged with crimson, where hints of love had grown.
The merging of great spirits, that crossed a fragile line
Gave their power to the roses, as their white and red combine
Yet the stem that once protected, seemed to tear those lives apart,
Destroying all the beauty, as it scarred a tender heart,
The pure unblemished petals soon faded through to grey
And the crimsoned edge of heartfelt love, wilted with decay.
In the beauty of the rose sits a breath of...
600 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 8:31pm
17th Apr 2013 8:31pm
Haunted Still
Your voice
it echoes in my mind
and when I am resigned
that I will never think of you again
you become a distant thought
still beating life into my heart
In pain of you I sit
in hope those pieces fall in place
and by some simple miracle they fit
I never once expected us to die and fade away,
all those promises we made
Yet we were broken beyond repair
our souls laid bare
and so empty of emotion
Do you remember how consumed we were
by our depth of sheer devotion
I fell so hard
and still I saw a...
it echoes in my mind
and when I am resigned
that I will never think of you again
you become a distant thought
still beating life into my heart
In pain of you I sit
in hope those pieces fall in place
and by some simple miracle they fit
I never once expected us to die and fade away,
all those promises we made
Yet we were broken beyond repair
our souls laid bare
and so empty of emotion
Do you remember how consumed we were
by our depth of sheer devotion
I fell so hard
and still I saw a...
1026 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 5:25pm
9th Feb 2013 5:25pm
Man in the moon
I loved you deeply, completely,
to the moon and back,
but in an instant, you left me broken.
I felt my heart crack,
break,
then shatter.
Did it matter?
Your decision made,
in haste?
A stream of words so poison laced,
yet so deftly placed,
and I was dead to you,
a whore,
the outcome maybe you had been searching for.
On that assumption our love ended,
for reasons I could have easily defended.
The point was missed,
our fate was kissed,
...
to the moon and back,
but in an instant, you left me broken.
I felt my heart crack,
break,
then shatter.
Did it matter?
Your decision made,
in haste?
A stream of words so poison laced,
yet so deftly placed,
and I was dead to you,
a whore,
the outcome maybe you had been searching for.
On that assumption our love ended,
for reasons I could have easily defended.
The point was missed,
our fate was kissed,
...
700 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 8:55pm
23rd Jan 2013 8:55pm
The Edge
On the edge you linger
Watching, knowing
Seeds of hope you're sowing
In my veins they're flowing
Taunting, teasing
Slowly breeding
Savaged soul so gently weeping
Twisting, turning
Spirit churning
Senses high and burning
Heart rate leaping
Pounding, beating
Fear retreating
While on the edge you linger
Waiting...
Watching, knowing
Seeds of hope you're sowing
In my veins they're flowing
Taunting, teasing
Slowly breeding
Savaged soul so gently weeping
Twisting, turning
Spirit churning
Senses high and burning
Heart rate leaping
Pounding, beating
Fear retreating
While on the edge you linger
Waiting...
472 reads
6 Comments
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