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For all the lovers you could've had,
I was the best one.
You will come back. You will try again. Those tired hands will raise the sword again. You are a warrior, the best I've known. Right now you're crumbling with the waves. But I see you. And with the fire reflected in your eyes, I know you will rise to fight again.
Katie, 15:45
"I wanna love everything about you, if you don't mind", whispered the moon. She blushed a little, smiled and hummed along.
Katie, 20:00
If your world becomes a desert of snow,
I hope my love is en0ugh to warm you
Stormykatie, April 20th
We're a beautiful catastrophe, you and I.
Katie, 9:35
What crime was committed when I stared at your eyes; pondered on the depth concealed within their blackness? Was me locking gazes with you appeared felonious? Have you been offended by the manner I looked? Like I was probing, searching for something. Perhaps a soul I've been wanting to catch. A treasure buried beneath your retinas. Even behind bushy brows, the truth of my guilt can easily be proved. The intent to gain can suffice through my overt acts. Beyond reasonable doubt.
And I will willingly take the stand so I can spill my truth to the world. How I actually stole glances of you for a long time. Near or far, I always managed to look; has always found a way despite unfavorable circumstances. For I seem to gravitate towards you like you're a tenacious force drawing me closer.
No, I won't pay a counsel to turn the table in my favor. I will talk, willingly. Take the chance and tell my truth to the aloof jury. I won't prepare any defense nor hold my silence. I will raise my hand in total surrender and confess the truth, nothing but the truth to the hushed court.
I did steal glances of you in several instances. Deliberately. And in one occassion, I managed to stare at you deeply while holding my breath. As though it's a matter of life and death. Now that you have caught me, what crime was committed, if any? Don't worry, I won't try to contest whatever it is that you charge me. But should you allege theft against me, I will try to raise this rebuttal as lovingly as possible: Is it still stealing when it's already stolen?
I stated it outrightly. I stole glances of you baby before I finally managed to get closer and aimed for your heart. And the best part is that you just sat there and let me.
-Stole your heart but you sat there and let me
Katie, 19:00
I stare at your eyes, deeper...
deeper...
deeper...
Seek for the warmth that is no longer there.
For the warmth,
Katie, 05:00
And I believed you.
The way Samson believed Delilah.
(This truth floats over my head like Damocle's sword)
Katie, 01:00
This is beginning to look like December;
But her heart,
Oh, her heart felt
The extreme coldness first!
-Look like December,
Katie, 16:00
We're liars.
//
Me, I lie to protect my heart
While you,
You lie so it won't break
Like a glass
That can never be put back
Together regardless
Of efforts
To assemble the pieces
It's not a puzzle
And the cracks will be there
A reminder
Of a painful history
We tried to prevent somehow
By lying...
//
I say I don't love you
Force the words out
Make myself believe
They are true
But the truth
It burns beneath
The ground where I stand
Broken hearted
Shaking in my own fury
Consumed by the gravity
Of the words I just set free
Well everything is noetic
The mind could be both
A blessing and a curse
Affecting all elements
And words...
Words have weight, all right
Once spoken
They drag you down
Like shackles
Attached to your feet
//
You say you love me
All lies, of course
There is no sign of mirth
In your eyes
As the words escape
Your trembling mouth
You think these could cloth me
In winters to come
Could hold me somehow
So I won't fall to the ground
Watch me swing like a pendulum
You don't know how tiring it is
To be suspended in mid air
Trying hard to believe
You told the whole truth
In my face
Well I hear it loud and clear
Baby you don't
No, you don't love me at all
'Cause...
//
We're liars
//
Both of us.
You,
When you say I love you
Me,
When I say goodbye
-Everything is noetic,
Katie, 12:31
"I'm A Mess of Unfinished Thoughts"
I’ve written some poems recently but they’ve all been about weather. oops. anyways here’s my favorite:
there is an excellence to fog, I think. it hides the hidden shelters the sheltered smears light on its fingers till there’s half as much left it rubs lines into smudges scaring the scared breathes moisture to plants calming the calm plucks the blur from your thoughts and spreads it, smooths it, into trees roads stars until your mind is clear and your path is not.
the many identities of the wind as we know it
what is the wind but
a sneeze
from the gods
a burp in the desert
a coughing fit
a breath upon the glass
of early-morning ocean
a whistle in the sea
twisting
spinning
into song
a snore from deep in the mountains
in
out
a kiss
blown
in the rose-gold passage
of summer into fall
