poetry

YESTERDAY (a poem)

in the cold light of yesterday
i stood,
a different person completely,
a shadow
of the person i am today.

yesterday the unknown hung
over me,
a cloud of ghoulish mystery;
now i
know what happens today.

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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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NORTH (a poem)

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
too
but i don’t know:
not anymore.


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!


THANK YOU!

Thank you guys. ❤

-Katie Kay.

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