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Billions of stars scattered
None outshines
Your eyes
Baby they shine
Brightly tonight
As I-
Once again fall
In love
With the beautiful soul
I glimpse
From your retinas
-glimpse from your retinas,
-katie, 01:30
Be the friend you needed when you were lost and broken.
@treisyyy
-katie, 16:00
But darling will it be fine,
If all I can offer is a dream
Just a dream
I whispered
To the constellations?
(because I've nothing else to offer, seriously!)
-katie, 21:35
I want to escape my mind
Before it kills me
;
-sometimes it's the worst place to be in,
katie, 21:00
My heart is a place
Where pain has resided
A barren space
Where violence was incited
There have been
Broken fragments inside it
Scattered all around
So everyone
Who entered
Tripped and fell
And get bruised
Ran away
To seek shelter
Somewhere safe
And warmer
Than the winter
That engulfed me
For...
I was cursed
To make anyone
Who loves me suffer
For I'm not whole
Been in pieces for so long
Then you came
Like a silver lining
Who walked in
Exuding light
That sent worries
Out the door
You touched my skin
That has long been torn
As though you can heal
My still bleeding wounds
You did seal them
With your light caresses
Now they're closing
Oh the process
Is so breathtaking
You knocked on my heart
For oft, I hesitated
If I'll let you in
You'll get hurt
Or wounded
May trip against
My unpolished sides
May collide
With the unspeakable
Darkness I hide
You smiled
And took my hand
Severed the barricades
I've put to separate
Myself from you
You said you don't need it
Trusting your words
I unlocked my heart
So you could enter
And...
To my surprise
You started taming
My storm
Like you knew it by name
I was never a halcyon sea
But you calmed my waves
With songs
I've never heard before
Love, you enthralled me
By the way you closed
My wounds
Called every piece of me
Claimed them as yours
So they slowly gravitated
Like pieces of a puzzle
Finally falling into place
Now I'm whole
And will no longer hurt
For today...
Someone like you came
To meet me
At my worst
Made me better
As you continuously shower
Me with love
Made me believe
My pieces can't pierce
Anyone who gets near
For I am not broken
I am whole
And suddenly.....
I feel whole
For I am loved
And I am home
-a story to feed a starving heart, katie
But we're under
The same blue sky
You and I
Illuminated
By the same stars
At night
Don't think
Distance
Is keeping us
Apart
For we're entangled
In an unbreakable
Embrace
So close your eyes
Feel me
Move with the earth
Beneath you
I'm with you
Always a part of you
Even if you're not
Physically here
We're together
Inextricably linked
To a common destiny
-love in the time of quarantine,
katie, 23rd of March 2020
I don't look at the night sky
If I want to see the stars
I'll stare at your photograph
For they're there
Sparkling in your eyes
(for Jeffry)
-photograph, katie (ana)
9th ❤
for Jeffry
You are the blessing I didn't ask for but were given;
You are the miracle I didn't pray for but happened.
You happened. And my love, I've become my best version. Thank you for calming my storm. Now everything in me is pacific. Thank you for taming my demons. Now they kneel and wear golden halos.
Since you happened, the lips that refused to pray started uttering praises to God who made this blissful encounter possible.
Because you happened, I lift my hands up above, call out in the voice of a Seraphim as I feel my wings growing...
Wings that were severed when I-
I renounced my faith in love.
You happened, so I regained everything I ever lost from fear and doubt and wrath.
You are the gift I didn't ask for but were bestowed;
You are the guardian I didn't pray for but were sent to bring me home...
You were sent TO BE my HOME.
-god sent, katie
7th of March 2020 @23:30
She isn't your answered prayer.
She nags.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She argues.
She questions your intention.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She bleeds.
She crumbles.
She isn't perfect.
She isn't your answered prayer.
Sometimes she crawls back to her hide.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She lets negative thoughts swarm inside her head.
She drains the energy out of you.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She doubts.
She curses.
She remembers her traumas.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She drives you to the wall.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She shatters the illusion of a perfect relationship.
She isn't the ideal girl.
She isn't your answered prayer.
But she chose you over others who pursued her.
She tries to silence her demons when you're near.
She compromises.
She isn't your answered prayer.
But you should love her just the same.
-answered prayer,
katie, 18:00
And now I lay me down
to sleep
on your chest, mesmerized
by the rhythm
of your heartbeat
I pull you closer,
can't seem to get enough
of you
as you whisper
sweet nothings
and then play
with my hair
I try my best
to stay awake
a little longer, my love
nuzzle your shirt,
remembering your scent
Since you came
reality has been better
far better
than my dreams
Oh I lay me down
to sleep
but your voice keeps
my mind alive
with all the thoughts
I run with you
Sometimes words
are scarce
but I hope you know
that you resemble
the stars
and that you are
enthralling
Now lay me
down to sleep...
-katie, 22:07
Yes, I cry in the shower
cry rivers of tears
raging
from the corners
of my eyes, they don't dry
I punch the wall so hard
my knuckles hit
the rough cement,
they bleed
stories
that never end
I cry and cry,
the saltiness of
my tears mixes
with the droplets
of water running
down my scalp,
to my face
to my neck
to my chest
where a hole pulsates,
a life escapes
with the mist
fogging
the window
I try
to visualize
happiness but the stream
of thoughts rock
my brain, rip
my skull open
the creaking
dominates
the whimpers
I try to hide
under the guise
of water drenching
my naked body
-droplets running, katie
Image:Pinterest
The cold creeps
into my bed,
crawls into
my night gown,
freezes the heart
stirring from the dead
I shut the visions
forming on the ceiling,
the howling that steal
the music from within me
and think of you—the only
reason I want to remember
the past
You're there, a faint hope
dancing with the trees,
sparkling with the constellations,
leaving me warm
and full of anticipation
-the only reason,
katie
When I opened up about
my depression, my ex boyfriend
told me to get an exorcism
Yeah, if I remember it now
I can only laugh
and at the same time,
feel aghast at the ignorance
not just of my ex boyfriend
but of everyone else
who could not stop
the stigma that if you're
depressed, it's probably
because
you don't pray enough
that's why your mind
is so messed up like
paint splatters
Here's the thing, I pray
more than I should
kneel, hands clasped
tightly together as though
my whole life depends on
how firm my fingers could hold
on to one another, lips trembling,
trying to mumble pleas of guidance
to the Almighty, over and over
until I am certain that I am heard
Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt
His divine providence, but just as my anxiety
makes me go back to make
sure I left the door locked, I pray
five times a day to be sure my cries
reach the heavens
I pray harder than anyone I've ever
come across because I don't
wanna lose any chance to be cured
But then the demons still loom
inside my head, they managed
to make it their kingdom
You know one time, I was talking
to a dear friend and he told me,
"it's all in the mind"
My whole being sighed as I tried
to break free from the clutches,
the hands pushing my head deep
into the water, it's all in the mind,
my emotions aren't real
and if I could just snap out of it
then everything would be smooth
sailing, I am just sad
but my mind tends to intensify
that sadness, I overthink every
single thing even the ones I can't
control, and most often than not,
the sinking feeling leads me
to the decision that I am worthless
Grab a razor, a pin, a pair of scissors
anything sharp enough to cut
through my flesh so I could
bleed the negativities out
It's all in the mind, I try to
incorporate it in my mantra
However, just like the prayers
I say five time a day,
it does not work its magic trick on me
They told me I am merely an attention seeker
I am young and always in need of validation
That I always magnify my emotions
to their extremities
So I pull the sleeve of my cardigan
to cover the razor cuts, put on
a smile, okay I look dreadfully fine
The teacher calls me out, "sweetie
isn't it a little hot to be wearing
a cardigan?"
I tell her I am feverish as I feel
sweat dripping at my back
She'll leave me alone
like all of those who are
scared to meet me in the eye
but ended up judging me
I hear too many whispers
behind me, I say I don't mind
but I do, who wouldn't?
I just wish I could run
somewhere or could
disappear before the
stories catch up with me
My mother said I should ignore
people's opinion
for they don't define me, I do
But mama, the words crawl
on my bedroom wall, their
venom stain the pictures hanging,
the curtain, the floor
The noise becomes louder
drowning my heatbeat,
I put a hand over my chest,
It's time to pray again
I pray, pray harder than I used to
Beseech the heavens
to calm the waves devouring me
I repeat the mantra, seventy-seven times
It's all in the mind but the agony
is the realest I've ever felt in this life
I pull my cardigan, I can't bear to see
the cuts this time
I've been addicted long enough
to the sticky blood gushing
It's useless, for the real wound
is invisible
It's invisible
yet mighty enough to shrink
me into an insignificant mess
They all advised me to open up
so I can breathe
But, when I opened up about
my depression, my ex boyfriend
told me to get an exorcism
I am glad I didn't
-when i wore a cardigan at the height of summer, katie
image: https://id.pinterest.com/pin/730849845781054640/
It's been a while. I am thrilled to be back to make this announcement: My poetry book, Sweet Nothings is NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE!
"May the heart, in its exhaustion, remember to rest and indulge into the sweet memories of love songs resounding from its yesteryears.
These are the soft rambles that filled your mind as you lay awake in bed at the early hours of dawn. Those austere longings that snared your heart, relentless as the wind blowing on the trees, swift as the waves kissing the sand, tenacious as the rain chiming in with the beat of the music coming from your stereo, they are here—neatly scribbled and compiled into an anthology. These are your stories. The love notes you hastily jotted down at the last page of your high school textbook, the poems you composed during your weekend getaways, the letters you struggled to ink on stationeries while ardently wishing that one day, the love of your life will find and read them.
They are finally here. The long walks on the beach. The late-night conversations. The sultry kisses at the back seat of your car. The lingering glances. The love songs. The promises. The sweet nothings! They are all here, captured in prose and poetry. So, dear reader, bury your nose on the pages with utmost gusto. Whether you are a sojourner, a bold and willing settler, or a classic runaway in love, you’ve had your own share of sweet nothings, I am sure. Allow yourself to remember. Allow yourself to rediscover your youth, relive the love stories that ended, make peace with the pains they caused. Above all, allow yourself to breathe and celebrate the love stories that won over the years and stayed."
Get your copy through the following links:
Ukiyoto All Versions - https://www.ukiyoto.com/product-page/sweet-nothings
Amazon eBook - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WH8PMWN
Amazon Paperback - https://www.amazon.com/dp/9354904491
It's been a while. I am thrilled to be back to make this announcement: My poetry book, Sweet Nothings is NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE!
"May the heart, in its exhaustion, remember to rest and indulge into the sweet memories of love songs resounding from its yesteryears.
These are the soft rambles that filled your mind as you lay awake in bed at the early hours of dawn. Those austere longings that snared your heart, relentless as the wind blowing on the trees, swift as the waves kissing the sand, tenacious as the rain chiming in with the beat of the music coming from your stereo, they are here—neatly scribbled and compiled into an anthology. These are your stories. The love notes you hastily jotted down at the last page of your high school textbook, the poems you composed during your weekend getaways, the letters you struggled to ink on stationeries while ardently wishing that one day, the love of your life will find and read them.
They are finally here. The long walks on the beach. The late-night conversations. The sultry kisses at the back seat of your car. The lingering glances. The love songs. The promises. The sweet nothings! They are all here, captured in prose and poetry. So, dear reader, bury your nose on the pages with utmost gusto. Whether you are a sojourner, a bold and willing settler, or a classic runaway in love, you’ve had your own share of sweet nothings, I am sure. Allow yourself to remember. Allow yourself to rediscover your youth, relive the love stories that ended, make peace with the pains they caused. Above all, allow yourself to breathe and celebrate the love stories that won over the years and stayed."
Get your copy through the following links:
Ukiyoto All Versions - https://www.ukiyoto.com/product-page/sweet-nothings
Amazon eBook - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WH8PMWN
Amazon Paperback - https://www.amazon.com/dp/9354904491
It's been a while. I am thrilled to be back to make this announcement: My poetry book, Sweet Nothings is NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE!
"May the heart, in its exhaustion, remember to rest and indulge into the sweet memories of love songs resounding from its yesteryears.
These are the soft rambles that filled your mind as you lay awake in bed at the early hours of dawn. Those austere longings that snared your heart, relentless as the wind blowing on the trees, swift as the waves kissing the sand, tenacious as the rain chiming in with the beat of the music coming from your stereo, they are here—neatly scribbled and compiled into an anthology. These are your stories. The love notes you hastily jotted down at the last page of your high school textbook, the poems you composed during your weekend getaways, the letters you struggled to ink on stationeries while ardently wishing that one day, the love of your life will find and read them.
They are finally here. The long walks on the beach. The late-night conversations. The sultry kisses at the back seat of your car. The lingering glances. The love songs. The promises. The sweet nothings! They are all here, captured in prose and poetry. So, dear reader, bury your nose on the pages with utmost gusto. Whether you are a sojourner, a bold and willing settler, or a classic runaway in love, you’ve had your own share of sweet nothings, I am sure. Allow yourself to remember. Allow yourself to rediscover your youth, relive the love stories that ended, make peace with the pains they caused. Above all, allow yourself to breathe and celebrate the love stories that won over the years and stayed."
Get your copy through the following links:
Ukiyoto All Versions - https://www.ukiyoto.com/product-page/sweet-nothings
Amazon eBook - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WH8PMWN
Amazon Paperback - https://www.amazon.com/dp/9354904491
a woman is criminalized
should she decide to
terminate a pregnancy
while a man can back out anytime
such is the reality
i am forced to live by
and so is jessica
and katrina
and amanda
and gabrielle
and thousands of others
in gritted teeth,
i try to swallow back
the bile rising from my throat
i feel nauseated
just thinking about that
night at the parking lot
where my jeans were torn
ferociously from my body
i tremble from the warm
puff of wind blowing
my nape
my boyfriend just learned
the truth this morning
when i threw up
all over the kitchen floor
he was aghast
i tried to reason out
he didn't use protection
because he expected me
to be the one responsible for it
it's a sad world,
gina could only weep now
a sad world for women
but therese tried to play it cool
though the pregnancy test
that screams positive in her face
shatters her composure
she never wanted this
haunting reality
but her neighbor had forced
himself on her one drunken night
an episode she's trying to drown
in a deadly shot of alcohol
it's a cruel world
but rachel is carrying her seventh child
seventh child!
as though the six she bore
aren't too many
rita had her second child today
via c-section
a procedure she could barely afford
but her labor seemed longer
than the death march
she was not able to bear down
so a cut suddenly became
a logical procedure
it's a cruel world
and dana knew it
the moment she was judged
for not wanting children
thus having her tubes tied
at twenty five
it's a cruel world
for maria
for delia
for claudine
for martha
and thousands
of other women
who have to live with
society's standards
of right and wrong
a woman is criminalized
should she decide to
terminate a pregnancy
while a man can back out anytime
i close my eyes
as i listen to people
with no uterus
decide on my future
-katie
Image: https://wallpaperaccess.com/download/sad-woman-1940837
We both got what we wanted.
Except each other.
-katie
you are one of the reasons i believe in the existence of a living God.
-katie
scared & scarred
Lying on the couch, scared of dying sane, drowning in spicy leather. Hungry fingers are yellow, but there are no cigarettes to be smoked. The thirsty throat burns, but there is nothing left to drink. To heal. Postponed trials leave bruises, but there are no words to be spoken. Letting the sun descend, afraid of heresy, breathing thoughts to be condemned.
© Margaux Emmanuel