we fiddle away the
dreams of our youth
with no thought of
time…frantically trying
to make up
what we have lost

we forget we are
born of magic and
light the longer
we linger here
in the dark

she was an old soul;
a soft voiced listener
she could light up
a moment n time
making me believe
in happy ever always

my intuition, when I
follow it has led me
on some wild paths
but how lost I’d
be without her

~kat

magnetic poetry

it is their lies that
are most repulsive…
and watching others
grow drunk from this
drooling drivel
makes me want
to heave

if only I had let myself
linger a bit longer, my lips
drinking in every dazzling
inch, for I am haunted by
things I can’t remember

my favorite moments
are the times I
remember to
trust the voice
of my inner child

souls like roots need
seasons of quiet…the
beautiful dark, deep of
the in between

~kat

Magnetic Poetry