sometimes I rest my head close
to yours when you are sleeping
to breathe the air that swirled
‘round your beating heart
~kat
Category Archives: Poetry
December Dodoitsu #5
December Dodoitsu #4
if water coolers could talk
there would be a steady flow
of scandalous scuttlebutt
drip by dirty drop
~kat
Manic Monday – Frozen
you only see
what you want
your heart’s
consumed
with hate…
broken
no point
placing blame
you know you
need to fly
inside your
heart you
hold the key
only
you’re frozen
~kat
For Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt: Photo (above)/Word: Frozen/Song: Frozen by Madonna (see the blocked out text below).
Frozen
Madonna
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret. You’re broken
When your heart’s not open
Mm,hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same, if I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die,you’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold the key (Mm, hmm)
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
If I could melt your heart
Songwriters: Madonna Ciccone /Patrick Leonard
Frozen lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
December Dodoitsu #3
toxic
from that very first hello,
when you took my breath away,
I’ve been losing parts of me
to make room for us
~kat
Heaven Can Wait
Do they even give god
a second thought?
Bluebloods, who needn’t
toil for bits of bread,
who dine on Danube Caviar
plopped on delicate
wafers in their garish
manor houses, sipping
tea while gossiping
about the latest fashion
faux pas or who’s
doing who. What need
have they for the god
of needy souls, the
god of the outcast,
the sick, the lost,
the forgotten? What
need indeed! From
the outside looking
in their life is heaven on
earth…hell, where
sinners rot, rages just
beyond their gilded gate.
~kat
A Poem for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt based on this Quote: “I talk to God, but the sky is empty.” by Sylvia Plath and the color chart below (the challenge required using at least three of the color names in the piece).
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