I've Read A Lot

I've read a lot

Of revolutions-

Bloody and

Bloodless

Revolutions

That made

History

And some

Forgotten

Heroes

But tonight

I will try

To write

What I deem

As most

Powerful

Of all

Revolutions:

I CHOOSE ME

Over the love

You keep

Insisting as true

Darling I know

It's a lie

I can see

The truth

Burning

In your eyes

Now watch me fly!

-revolutions,

katie, 01:15

Do not be scared out there

You are the storm

Storms don't get frightened

-katie, 16:50

@catworldss

She looks at him like he’s the lighthouse that brought her home.

Katie, May 22nd

@wachtuiltje 😊❤

In answer to @stormykatie 's poem

'You don't know what it is like'.

that shitty feeling

that mood of not feeling well

in fact that resounding whisper

of hollowness and abusive laughter

inside you, too deep to dig it out

not being accepted by others

neither friends nor enemies

all handing you visiting cards

of where to get help

and consultations

that anxious pet on the shoulder

that proof of not understanding

that shitty feeling

is awful and eating at you

it knocked me out

I picked the fight alone

but give yourself time

for goodness sake

you need it

*

Wachtuiltje 2020🗿

Ma, I am home

Finally, I have come

Here I am

Knocking on your door

Ma, I have wounds

I tripped and fell

Down the stairs

Now I bleed

Harder than I did

Ten years ago

Under your watch

Ma, I crawled

On my way here

My hands are frail

But I moved

In a snail pace

Hoping to reach

Before sundown

I should have called

Tell you I'm coming

But the sound of your voice

On the other line

It will never be enough

To soothe me

And you know that

Ma, I am cold

Where I came from

They get snow

All year round

The winter is long

And the people

Oh, they are cruel

You taught me how to love

Well, they turned me around

Now all I know is hatred

I turned into steel

And this strong urge to kill

Runs through my veins

Replacing traces of you

So I boarded the bus

Headed here

Before the human you raised

Completely disappear

Ma, I have a gun

I bought it downtown

Intended to shoot

A man named John

He ruined me

Taught me about the world

Took away my purity

Tossed my soul to the shredder

I was young and unwise

Barely had a voice

Even though I shrieked

Fought between the sheets

But to no avail

This man pinned me down

Took advantage of my naivete

They said men are lions

I didn't know what it meant

And it all dawned on me that day

He put shackles on my hands

Ma, I didn't talk

I fell as silent as the dead

Life has weaken my stead

And then I lost my head

Tried to make appointment

With the God of Death

My wrists show the imprints

Desolation has tattooed

My eyes burn in scarlet rage

My tongue speaks wars I want to wage

I am confused

I am hurt

Shattered in pieces

I crawl back to you

For the world can't heal me

My heart can't warm me

Not now that it became

Colder than Spooky Nebula

Ma, I am home

I hope you take me back

Fix my broken wings

Ma, I am here....

-Ma, I am here,

katie, 13:22

Image: Pinterest

(It was so hard to write this. What a relief that I did!)

But darling, this moment

Will fade with the past

Just like how this wall

Loses its color

With every storm

It endures

-katie