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ULCER (a poem)

the stabbing pain
in my gut stems
from the sins i’ve
swallowed lately.

at first it was
a slight discomfort,
then it became a fist
lodged inside me,

and now the chemicals
burn and degrade
my choices down
into sparks.

but the truth
remains: the pain
i’ve got is here,
rotting my core,

and i need medicine,
but sometimes
medicine isn’t
the only cure.

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QUESTION (a poem)

does every question have an answer?

life is full of questions
and not so many answers:

and for every question i ask
ten more spring into being

but the answers remain in place
waiting to see the light of day

yet the light of day only reveals
itself to those who listen closely

to the questions that haunt us
and drag us deeper into madness

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ORDER (a poem)

i prefer structure:
syllables, grammar,
sentences, order.

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!

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! ❤

-Katie Kay

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MIRROR (a poem)

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,
distance–and scratches
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.”

No, thanks.

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!

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. ❤

Until tomorrow,

-Katie Kay

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LISTEN (a poem)

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

away,

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.

Until tomorrow,

-Katie Kay.

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KITE (a poem)

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!

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. ❤

Until tomorrow,

-Katie Kay.

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