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Kathy

Kathy

It’s all so fucking poetic | 18

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Kathy

Kathy

It’s all so fucking poetic | 18

https://www.youtube.co.uk
170
Writings
73
Followers
64
Following
Path Of Ash And Roses

Kathy

1 min read

She walks among the roses

Just the tallest stalks of green

She walks among the roses

For human peace there was never seen


Among them laid a path

Adorned in rubies and gold

The dirt of gods and the tears of man

Laid in ashes, of kingdoms cold.


She walks once among the roses

Now in trees of ash and rust

She walks once among the roses

Where empires turn to dust...

Poetry

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Like Nation, Like Soul.

Kathy

1 min read

Like vines, up a country gate.

Restricting, convincing.

Binding movement and definition.

The gate shall swing no more.


There is no country like Britain,

With its' writhing hills and shores.

Its' winds which break you,

And currents which batter,

And rip apart you, whole.


There is no country like Britain.

Like the soul which sleeps within.

Like the currents which shape you,

Like the people which b...

Poetry

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1am

Kathy

1 min read

A church cries through the night, bodies adorned in black and red walk solemnly through the streets, wails and waning spirits make dim the light of the night. Hark, how the sorrow sings, how the voices weep, how the sights dim. Behold, just the strangest of things, figures of shadow reaching within. Bodies descending as spirits rise, for death has come this morrow. In lieu - an angel cries....

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You’re Fine

Kathy

1 min read

“Okay so you’re telling me you get erratic in the dark?”


‘Yessir.’


“And you claim the shadows seem to move?”


‘They whisper to me, call to me Sir.’


“How does this make you feel? Threatened? Uncomfortable?”


‘Living on borrowed time, Sir.’


“Well, just sounds like you’re afraid of the dark. Try sleeping with the light on next time?”


‘Okay, Sir.’


It’s alright, you’re alright

Only living on a pr...

Poetry

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Jamiroquai

Kathy

1 min read

Sound


A myriad of iridescent audio

Glows of hums and hymns

Incorehent songs of the threads of time

Intertwine


From the Earth to our Venus, Venezuela to their Jesus, wings of the tiger, antlers of the reader. A Cheshire grin, one of a cat. Spines of pride spiking up, songs of sands and the ballad of technology owing an apology to the efforts of our kin. Bursting with wings and winds, feather and ...

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, in retrospect;

Kathy

2 min read

Inspiration doesn’t come to your beck and call.


This marks 525 days since the habit stopped, the spark dwindled and was smothered. I haven’t written not as consistently, nor passionately.


People change, people come, people go.


Sometimes you have to consider what the problem is, wether you are the problem, if it’s always bound to happen, if you can change the future;


Sometimes you have to real...

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God’s Work

Kathy

1 min read

… tastes of blood and bone, always delectable. The poor thing, fifteen I think. A syringe in the arm quelled his suffering, quenched my thirst. Immunosuppressants feel so cold when trickled up a vein. They kick in and so do I, the sunshine of night holds me glee, oh holds me as I hold him. I can almost squeeze his beating heart, feel it writhe and wriggle… heartbeat meat is my main career ambition...

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DEMOS 1

Kathy

1 min read

(DEMOS: unfinished prompts I will not be finishing)


Hey [beep], you awake?

Don’t worry, I’m up.

Even though I’m wading,

Neck deep in this rut.

I don’t know why

You keep up this lie

You know it’s false

And it ruins my life

You say you care,

Then set me aflame

With your name given

Just to cause me pain.


[beep]? Yes, Sir.

He’s present, he’s here

Kept alive by your memory

Made out of hate, I fear

Wh...

Poetry

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It’s Alright Isn’t Enough

Kathy

2 min read

My mental health has been declining recently.

Months of pain, building up. Each smile drops in the bucket of a wisdom I build for myself. Each day which has gone by, I find myself telling me “it’s fine,” like a coping mechanism gaslighting me into believing I’m happy.


Here’s a well kept secret of mine, which should not be a secret no longer: I cannot cry.


I like to think I’m a pretty smart pers...

Poetry

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From The River

Kathy

1 min read

From the river to the sea

Damn you all, you and me

Not a word in this time of need

Friends massacred, lost at sea


Sea of blood and bones

Filled by a Zion’s greed

Evacuate at noon

Daily, never be free


From the river to the sea

Damn us all in this time of need

For sitting in heaven with all liberty

Not batting an eye to what the government calls


Democracy...

Poetry

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