Katie Lyn

I’m here to learn from other authors and work on my own writing. And I dream of writing the stars that lead wandering travelers home ❤️❤️❤️

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Katie Lyn

I’m here to learn from other authors and work on my own writing. And I dream of writing the stars that lead wandering travelers home ❤️❤️❤️

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Forgive, But Don’t Forget

Katie Lyn

1 min read

I may forgive

But I never forget

For I will not be made your pet

Forgiveness is saying

That yes we can move on

If you can change,

My need to never forget will be gone

Yet in the case

In which change never occurs

That is why I remember

That is when my action spurs

And I will move on

Thought it will hurt,

I will leave you behind

That is the best I can do for my mind

So I shall forgive

But never forg...

Poetry

My Mayfly

Katie Lyn

1 min read

She was high off of life

Savoring it’s every moment

Living like there was no tomorrow

Carefree, like a dandelion seed in the wind

Dancing through it all

Beautiful in every way

Yet I was drunk on only one thing

Her

The dimples in her cheeks

The lines left by her ever present smile

The curve of her jaw when she tilted her head

The color of her hair in the sun

The kaleidoscope of shades that could ...

Poetry

Tomorrow/today

Katie Lyn

1 min read

The shield of tomorrow has fallen

As the hands finally reach midnight

And the floodgate is crumbling

As the tidal wave pushes through

It drowns me in expectations

I shall never see throguh

The daylight breaks

And the birds chirp their songs

So I pray to whomever listens

To please do me no wrong...

Poetry

Lacking Inspiration

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Inspiration

Is very odd

It is also something I lack

It strikes you at the worst possible times

And leaves you promptly after that

Inspiration is like a dog

You wish you could call it back when you please

But that usually doesn’t happen

Anyway

This was quiet the odd poem

Because if you couldn’t tell,

I’m currently lacking inspiration

And I’m really not sure when I’ll get it back

:)...

Poetry

Gray

Katie Lyn

1 min read

They say it’s boring

That color of gray

But it’s a feeling of calmness

All night and all day

It’s the color of the clouds

As they fly so high

It’s the feeling love

And warm goodbyes

Sometimes it’s melancholy

But it’s an emotion you still feel

The feeling of stillness

Just before sleep

The color of words

And wise old hair

Gray isn’t boring

It’s anything but that

So remember this next time

Y...

Poetry

Stuck

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Beep

Ring

Click

Snap

Another day goes by

The same noises follow me

The same thoughts run by

How can I escape

This never ending cycle

I’m like a bird in a cage

With no chance at survival

Every day the same

Every night so bleak

I need escape

I crave a reprisal

Get me out please

Of my endless cycle...

Poetry

I Move On

Katie Lyn

1 min read

You’ve come back

But I no longer need you

For when the water drys

The land adapts

And when the rain returns

The land floods

I cannot afford to flood

So I’ll put up a dam

I will not allow you back in

For I am better off without you

You suffocated me

But now I breath

An I will continue to breathe

Like the wind blows

Until I no longer can

And then I will leave this world

With you

And this life

Forev...

Poetry

My Sweater

Katie Lyn

1 min read

It’s impossibly ugly

This old sweater of mine

Yet I wear it each week

No matter the time

And no matter the weather

Sleet, rain, or snow

I wear this sweater every seven days

No matter where I go

It’s swollen and itchy

With threads falling away

I’ve had it for years

I know it’s here to stay

Too long at the waist

Too short at the arms

Colors mismatching

Yet it has its charms

My sweater is absurdl...

Poetry

The Vase

Katie Lyn

1 min read

When a vase breaks

And shards are scattered

It seems forever ruined

And to be fair, it is

It will never be smooth

Or hold no scars

Ever again

But that’s not the point

The point isn’t to prefect the vase again

It’s to put it back together

With all its glue marks and stains

The vase will never be perfect

But it will be compete

So why’s it matter if it’s perfect?

If the vase is happy

Happy to finall...

Poetry

The Fall

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Run

Slip

Trip

I fall

I fall?

No, I’m at the mall!

How could I fall?

I’m not that tall

Yet here I am

Above them all

They point and stare

They look quite scared

But how would I know?

I’m all the way up here!

But not anymore

No, not now

Down

Down I go

Will I come back?

Who knows....

Poetry