poetry

a message

endless days of cold rain
and blurry eyes stuck on
the dangerous blue glow
of a sad world gone wrong:

each message from the screen
shows it’s out of control.

but then i see a smile
and it heats me up with hope,
that the sick will become
again healthy and whole…


A NOTE TO YOU.

Hello, my dear readers! As you all know, we are battling a dangerous virus that has spread to almost every nation in our beautiful world. I know that my words cannot act as a vaccine against the coronavirus pandemic, but I will say that I pray each and every one of you is safe and healthy. We will get through this–and come back stronger than before.

Much love to you all,

-K.

poetry

salt in the wound (a poem)

they say salt
in the wound’s
supposed to
cure you.

if it don’t
cure you,
then it’ll
sting you.

but the sting’s
sure better than
the pain
inside:

so

cover up your
wounds, cover
them under
your hide;

and when the
salt touches
where i
touch you,

you will wish
the sting was
replaced
with time.


AN EXPLANATION.

Hello, my dear readers!

Another day, another poem for you guys, and today’s is… Well, it’s a little guy come to life from a random cold January night in which I thought to myself: “Salt in the wound seems like a cool phrase. I wonder if I can make a poem out of it.” And here we are.

Does anyone actually say, “Salt in the wound’s / supposed to cure you?” I’m going to guess not, but this question is actually something I really considered as I was writing it. At first the question didn’t make sense to me, because if there is anything in anybody’s physical wound, it’s going to hurt and make you even worse. But as I wrote the poem, I thought to myself: But what if that’s exactly what it’s for? What if rubbing salt into our wounds hurts us more, and therein lies the cure to our issue in the first place? Yup, there I go off on a tangent again that probably will go over even my head by the time I publish this.

Anywho, salt in our wounds hurts. It’s painful, but it sure does leave a stinging memory in its past. While we want it out ASAP, that salt’s power is engrained in us and who we become. And what happens if that metaphorical salt never really goes away, and our pain goes from external to internal? Well, that’s not a good diagnosis is my guess.

Tell me what you guys think! I love hearing your analyses and opinions. ❤ And in the meantime prepare yourself for Monday’s blog post that will stray from writing and head into the topic of…

Am I stressing you out when I keep it to myself? Or is that just annoying?

Wait until Monday to find out!

Katie Kay

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blogging

Sunshine Blogger Award

Hello, my dear readers!

Here’s to a surprise Sunday morning post for you all. Recently a dear blogger friend, Patricia Furstenberg, kindly nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award. I am honored by this sweet and lovely author and poet, so please go check out her website and maybe even purchase one of her books here.

The amazing thing about these blogger awards is that it gives us a chance to connect as a community. That is why I am always super thankful to see writers nominating others so that we can get to know each other a little bit more. So thank you again to Patricia, and thank you to my nominees and to those who are taking a moment to read this post as well. ❤

the Sunshine Blogger Award


Rules for the Sunshine Blogger Award

  1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and link back to their blog.
  2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you.
  3. List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your blog post.
  4. Nominate 11 new bloggers & their blogs. Do leave a comment on their blog to let them know they received the award and ask your nominees 11 new questions.

11 Questions Patricia Asked Me

1. Share one thing about yourself that would surprise your followers.

This may be the most ridiculous thing to share with you guys, but it’s the first thing that came to mind, so please forgive me: I have a fear of fingernails ripping off. Who knows what caused this psychological fear in me, but I’ve always had a terrific fear of somehow losing my fingernails or toenails. Weird, I know! But also hopefully everyone else prefers to keep their nails intact…

2. Which do you prefer, mountain or sea?

Mountains! I have always loved the serenity of the mountains, especially depending on which range we’re talking about. For example, the Appalachian Mountains in the Eastern United States are smoky and small in comparison to the Rockies out West. But I have always had a true affinity for height… Considering that I come from the Delta region, which is about as flat as can be.

3. What is the highest / furthest point you traveled to?

Highest? Well… I got altitude sickness in Perú while visiting Lake Titicaca. It was quite embarrassing, but my friend and I were both sick and the locals provided us with some killer cocoa tea. But I was sick for a few hours, even after only being at whatever point we visited (see, I don’t even remember what it was because I was so sick lol) for about fifteen minutes.

4. You stand on a 1m high brick wall. Would you jump off or climb slowly?

Jump off. 🙂 And hope not to destroy my ankle haha.

5. If you would only start your writing career now, where would you begin?

Hmm… That’s such a weird thought for me, because I have been writing since I was seven-years-old. I guess I’d start with writing a book, maybe a novel that I spent considerable time planning before jumping right into the meat of the story.

6. Which animals you feel it represents you best?

Probably a giraffe. I’m tall and awkward at times. Or maybe a llama, just because they are so ridiculous.

7. Are you an early riser or night owl?

Early riser! Which means I also go to bed pretty early…

8. Was writing your first choice as a career? If not, what was it?

It always has been and always will be my dream to be a professional writer, but ever since I was a kid I have also wanted to be a pilot. That being said, writing is my first love and if I could do it full-time, I would. I’m not quite there yet, though! (LOL)

9. What is your comfort food?

Popcorn. Always popcorn. And if you’re really “redonk” like me, with a sprinkle of cheese and butter on top.

10. Best way to relax and recharge? (other than writing)

Read a book, take a warm shower, watch political YouTube videos… Yes. I admit it. I watch political YouTube videos to calm down, which probably only riles me up even more.

11. What is your favorite word?

I love the word “redonk.” Yes, I made it up. It’s a redonk word to describe something that is ridiculous. Use it whenever you want. 🙂


11 Questions for My Nominees

  1. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be and why?
  2. Who is your favorite writer or poet?
  3. What is your favorite thing to do?
  4. If you could go back and change one thing, what would it be?
  5. Who is your best friend?
  6. If you could eat one thing over and over again for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  7. What is one thing you want to accomplish in 2020?
  8. What is your favorite season of the year?
  9. Name your favorite book.
  10. Who inspires you most?
  11. What is one thing you are thankful for today?

My Nominees

  1. AnEporFaeryTale
  2. Ibonoco  
  3. Garima–Be Inspired..!!
  4. ithinkforall — A place for loud minds…..
  5. PICTURE A POEM — Pictues and poetry by Connetta Jean
  6. House of Heart
  7. mtaggartwriter
  8. Brooke R. Calder — In Praise of Men
  9. Lucy’s Works
  10. A Phoenix Rising
  11. Into the Light Adventures

THANK YOU!!!

Thank you guys for reading. You’re the best, and I’m so thankful to be able to write to you. As for these nominees, please go check them out and give them a follow. They write from the heart, and that is what all writers should do. ❤

Until Monday,

-Katie Kay

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poetry

scroll (a poem)

dead sea scrolls,
instagram posts
of time gone cold
and human ghosts

a world away
in space up above,
i wish i’d stray,
a cosmic dove

to bring myself
from the black screen,
to the bookshelf
of my dark dreams.

within pages
of ice and gold,
my heart cages
thoughts of long ago.

memories from
all those silly notes,
small paper crumbs
with swift past quotes.

messenger gods,
listen with glee:
despite the odds,
i think i have
lost track,
lost track
of me.

books

SURPRISE!! (new book of poetry)

Hello, my dear readers!

It is very nice to write to you on this bright Wednesday morning at home. In my little neck of the woods I am busy studying for pilot exams and avoiding some bad storms along the way. But how are you guys doing? Please keep me updated, as I love hearing your stories!

A few months, I mentioned that I was working on a, well, a surprise! And I’ve finally finished it, so without further ado…

I’ve written a book of poetry!

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Thanks to Miss Givenchy for lending a hand (literally her hand) on this cover!!! ❤

Lose yourself in the imagination, in the world of your dreams… But remember to consider what your reality really is along the way…

This poetry collection is split into five parts: A-Z, 7 Deadly Sins, 7 Heavenly Virtues, College Class Confessions, and Late Night Candle Side. Throughout the collection you will find emotion, question, and reason–and your presence is required to discover more.

Yes, that’s right! I compiled about sixty of my favorite poems I’ve written so far and threw them into a book called burned into a realist. Katie George, a poet? Yes, I am surprised too. As someone who writes primarily fiction, poetry isn’t normally my schtick. However, it was this very blog that introduced me to poetry and how universally, beautifully complex it is for its readers! Over the past year I’ve shared my poems on this blog, and I thought, “Why not put them in a book?”

So that’s what I did!

I’ve split the book into five parts, based on five chapters of poetry: a-z, 7 deadly sins, 7 heavenly virtues, college class confessions, and late night candle side. Each section has a different theme. For example, a-z contains the poems I wrote for a challenge in September, in which each poem starts with a different letter.

Anyway, I know this is not much, but I did think it would be cool to have my poems all in one place. For those of you who’ve all ready read them, well, you’ll be surprised to see I’ve added a bunch of free clipart to the poems to spice things up a bit. The one snag is that the book is only in paperback form. While I spent hours developing an eBook version of “burned into a realist,” I found it nearly impossible to format the clipart with the poetry in an appealing way. So for now it’s only available from Amazon in paperback form.

Well, guys, thank you so much for putting up with me through this journey! If you are interested in purchasing a copy, you can purchase it here! And if you don’t want to, my poems are available for free all throughout this blog, so that’s another way to read what I’m producing (if you are interested!).

❤ Much love to all, and I will be posting on Friday… And instead of poetry or nonsense about me, we’re going back to our roots… AKA writing tips! ❤

Thank you guys so much, and until next time,

-Katie Kay

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poetry

on the dark side (a poem)

on the dark side
of the cold moon
i stand alone
waiting for you

drowned in

your dark shadow,
lost memories,
as your light fades
over centuries


AN EXPLANATION.

While I wish I could provide a definite explanation for this poem, my dear readers, the truth is that I am unsure the true meaning. I always enjoy decoding symbolism behind everything, but this is a poem borne from my stream of consciousness.

Who is the narrator, and why is he or she in the darkness? What kind of cosmic darkness hangs above the narrator’s head? And why is the narrator waiting? Why is the narrator terrorized by the memories he or she experiences from the past (“the light”) that is fading?

I wish I could tell you. Maybe you can tell me.

Stay tuned for Monday’s post! And once again thank you for joining me on this journey. 2020 is still fully ahead of us, so let’s live with both kindness and question of the world around us.

Until next time,

-Katie Kay

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poetry

regret (a poem)

wallow in your grief,
swallow your regret.
dig your nails into my skin,
your words claws in my ribs.
i didn’t ask for this, the answer
a gunshot through my head.

yet you haunt me at night, dear Regret;
you smile at me with scarlet eyes,
your lips pale and pink, teeth starched
white and oily, waiting for me.
you wait to pull the skin from my bones,
and the merriment from my blood.

i didn’t ask for you; i never wanted you.
but instead of sweet wishes and dreams,
curlicues and unicorns and glitter,
you came to my doorstep, holding
a letter, addressed to me from you:
Katie, I got you, when nobody else does.


AN EXPLANATION.

Oh, my dear readers, just know you are not a regret I have!

We all have certain things we regret, whether that be a choice, relationship, you name it. Though I’d like to pretend regrets don’t bother me, deep down they do. So I have a feeling they probably affect you too.

So while it’s fun to write poems about them, it’s not very fun to admit that you do have regrets. But that is why I encourage you (and me too, to be honest) that we cannot change the past, and that we have the beauty to change our trajectory in the present moment. We can do what we need to do to shape the world the way we want, and that’s the power of our choice. Of course, we may not be able to get exactly what we want, but sometimes it’s more about the attempt than the result.


THANK YOU, MY DEAR READERS!

Thank you guys for joining me today. I know I have not published anything in a while, so I just wanted to thank you guys for coming back to this blog after a few weeks of inactivity. This blog is definitely not one of my regrets. ❤

That’s all from me for now. It’s good to be back!

Until next time,

-Katie Kay.

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Sunset over Goleta, California.