i prefer structure:
it is who i am,
deep within my blood,
made of red water:
the blueprint of my
being remains there,
in these thin canals,
and my brain agrees,
because what matters
is my rationale.
DAY 15 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.
Well, this is another interesting poem, and I’m honestly not sure where it came from. Personally, while I enjoy a certain degree of order in my life, I’m also very easygoing when it comes to my day to day existence.
That being said, I know a lot of you guys do truly value structure in your lives, so maybe you can relate to this desire to keep everything in alignment as you see it. Some argue that people can change; others argue the opposite, but I do believe each of us is programmed differently and we all have various components to what makes us who we are.
Today’s goal for us all should be this: Do we crave structure, or do we not? What are the positives and negatives of both thought processes? All up to you, my friends. ❤
Thank you guys again for supporting this journey. We are over halfway done now, but we’ve still got some more poems to go through. Hope all is well with you, wherever you are! ❤
yesterday i headed up
the coast, my body
suspended in air.
it was the trick
of a Lycoming engine
that kept me up there.
and as i went north,
each mile gone by,
i wondered if you
were in the sky
but i don’t know:
DAY 14 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.
Today’s poem is one written while falling asleep. What? Yes. You read this correctly. Today has been a very long day, composed of four hours of class, a three-hour flight, and a constant hungry stomach whining at me. So before I pass out for twelve hours, I wrote this little poem for Day 14.
Truth be told, I’m not in the mood to analyze right now, so I’m not going to. But I just want to say thank you guys as always for going on this journey with me, and I apologize if my material has been lackluster as of late. If anything, this series is teaching me that discipline is well-intentioned, but it does not always bring positive results.
Hopefully there will be something to analyze tomorrow!
It is your friend Katie Kay, and I’ve got some really exciting news for you all. (And I’m sure some of you are excited that I’m posting something other than a poem for the September Poetry Series.) But without further ado, I want to share with you guys what I’ve been up to lately…
About a month ago, I spent a few very long days working on converting my eBooks to paperback version. While I have been self-publishing for six years now, this was my first time making hard copies, and let’s just say… My books are now in paperback form!
Holding one’s paperback for the first time is a surreal feeling. Even if it’s not traditionally published, my heart about soared when I took my book from its plastic wrap and cradled it like a baby. (I know, weird, but it was a truly amazing feeling!)
While I almost did not write anything on this, some friends asked me to share this news with the world, because why else would I write these books and not tell the world? Well, I’m kind of protective when it comes to my books, and it’s an odd thought to me to walk around with my paperbacks. But here we are. 🙂
So, where are these books? Well, they’re on Amazon! It’s so incredible to think anyone can just head to the website, type in my name, and buy a paperback. Such a weird thought!
But on to the reason you’re probably here in the first place. To celebrate this new development, I’m hosting my first ever giveaway! Therefore, I’ve set it up for a random winner to win a copy of Church Boy, my latest novel. It’s a Christian romance book, so it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m hoping some of you will be interested and enter yourselves into the giveaway: Enter the Giveaway!
***But for those of you who are interested in purchasing copies of my novels, you can do so here.
Thank you, dear WordPress community and beyond, for taking your time and energy to read my blog. While I have always first and foremost been a novelist at heart, this form of writing is a beautiful and connected world, and you all make it so worth it. I really do believe that you guys give me such positive energy, and for that I will forever be indebted to you. ❤
Well, that’s enough from me for now. Time to hit the books once more (maybe college books, or maybe my own hehe).
this morning i caught
sight of a girl staring
at her reflection. she
watched herself with
curious eyes, admiration
coating each lens. i’m
not sure how long she
stared at herself, but it
was long enough for me
to think: am i wrong
to be the opposite? i
want nothing to do
with my reflection,
because when i catch
a glimpse of it, glass
shreds across time, space,
the coating of my eyes.
DAY 13 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.
Well, this is an interesting poem, for sure, but it’s based on something I actually did see yesterday. In the middle of class, I caught a girl watching herself in the reflection of my blank computer screen. I looked over, completely baffled as to how long she was going to stare at herself, and it was for quite some time. While I think she was just bored, it was a very poetic moment to me, considering that she felt comfortable enough to admire herself for so many minutes.
I’m somebody who hates the mirror. Whenever I glimpse my own reflection, I scowl and look away. It isn’t because I’m super insecure about myself; I just never have enjoyed observing my qualities and thinking, “Okay, I’ve got good eyes,” or, “Wow, my nose is shaped weird.”
Personally, mirrors expose my emotions in a physical form. It allows me to see myself for how I appear to others, and I’ve never been one to hold emotion well. So while I know people can read me like a book, I don’t want to read that particular book myself.
Weird, I know, but it’s from a place of honesty.
Thank you guys for joining me on this journey! We are now halfway done with this series, so, if you’re like me, you’re probably thinking: It’s about time! When is she going to produce new material?
Well, we’re getting there. But in the meantime I hope you enjoy some of these poems. ❤
a word has the power
to transform you in
a second or an hour
a voice has the skill
to send your hot skin
into the coolest of chills
an ear has the gift
to listen with love
before you drift
because no one listened
DAY 12 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.
Some humans love to talk. A lot. So much that we find ourselves thinking: How do you have so much to say from that mouth of yours? Others love to listen, to the point that we find ourselves thinking: How do you have so little to say from that mouth of yours?
There is balance in both, but today let’s focus on listening. Consider your most important relationships, and think to yourself: Why do I value these relationships so much? There’s probably a common history, shared experiences, and many conversations had. And what’s a very crucial element of conversation?
Listening to another person.
When we don’t listen to others, we’re stifling our relationships from potential growth. And a person can really tell if you are listening or not, so it is very important that you do. If not, your relationships will suffer.
THANK YOU GUYS!
Again, I’m sorry for such a short post, but life is getting busier and busier! I hope you all are doing well, and I’m trying to read as much of your content as possible. ❤ Please bear with me in these next few months.
tethered to a string,
suspended in glory,
is a bright crimson red kite:
it floats in the wind,
a symbol of freedom,
launched into the dark unknown.
and it hangs up there,
as high as it can go,
waiting for the forceful tug
that will bring it down,
and its freedom with it,
trampled by those on the ground.
DAY 11 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.
Remember when you were a tiny kid, and all you wanted to do was go fly a kite? Except most days there was no wind, or your parents wouldn’t take you out to the park, or whatever excuse… Well, yeah, I don’t remember flying a kite all that often, but when I did, it was always a pretty cool experience.
Today’s kite is a symbolic reference to whatever you want it to be. Whether it’s freedom for you or something else, we toss our kites into the air, hope the wind catches them, and then sometimes they fly off. But eventually we have to pull our kites back to the earth, and then we tend to forget about them.
Weird poem, I know, but I’m about to take a major written aviation test tomorrow, so I’m strapped for time. That being said, I will be producing more quality content soon, and thank you for bearing with me on this journey.
Thank you guys for reading today’s post! You guys are the best. I’d also like to take this moment as a special time to reflect and remember the lives lost on September 11, 2001. 9/11 was a dark day in the United States’ history, and even after all these years we carry scars from the terrorist attacks that occurred then. So as you go about your day today, please keep a silent prayer for this country and this world, and that we all continue to have the freedoms we have been so carefully gifted. ❤
Hello, my dear readers! Today we’re embarking on a tiny ship bound for the inner sanctum of our minds. While onboard this ship, I want you to toss away any distractions and concentrate on the ebb and flow of our oceanic imagination. We’re tossed by waves in moments, and the next second it is as calm as can be: Yet what we’re headed somewhere, and even if we are unsure of the destination, it’s out there. We’ve just got to get to it first.
I’ll be honest: This poem is ridiculous. It starts out with the narrator (I guess me? Imagine yourself in the narrator’s shoes, please) questioning his or her freedom, and then heads down to: “Basically I’ll know my freedom when I’ve met the right person.”
Let’s just say, I’m not really in agreement with this theory. I think you find freedom in yourself and your choices, but this is what I wrote, so we’re analyzing it. Maybe some have found freedom and their journeys through other people; I would argue that my journey is headed one way, and it’ll be better with people on the same boat as me, but not simply because one person has influenced my thinking in any way.
I think I’m rambling now, so we’ll end it on this note: Be yourself, and trust that you will make it to where you want to go at some point. 🙂
Thank you, my dear readers! I wish you all a great day, and I hope you are happy and healthy. ❤