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

how broken must
a heart be to
open fire on babies…
but more dark are the
heartless fools who
look away and do
nothing

the fiddler’s
playing a
lively lick
driving suits
delirious, for soon
they’re going down

do not lose heart
my friend, though
tiny men use power
as if they are gods…
a thousand better angels
are fighting for truth and
honor in the wings

too beautiful to bear,
the forest falling
gently, frosted breezes
murmuring, as leaves
cover quiet paths in
vivid shades of brown

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online

only when the sky
is black, can we see
the light of a thousand
diamonds shining

hauntingly brilliant,
the dark eyes of
children, who see
the broken(n)ess of
fools and tell
it like it is

the hour is coming
when dreams will
take flight, soaring
on wings of
goodness and love…
morning to our
darkest night

breathe in the dawn,
dark, wet, shaded
browns and greens…
moonlight lingers,
long, soft tendrils
rustling sweetness
on the breeze

~kat

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