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My wounds bleed

Eternally

I was afraid

They'll leave

Me dry

So I turned

The gushing blood

Into an art

Now at least

There'll be

Something

Left of me

After I've bled

The last pint

A stream

Flowing

With my truths

And lies

-katie, 24: 30

I've read a lot

Of revolutions-

Bloody and

Bloodless

Revolutions

That made

History

And some

Forgotten

Heroes

But tonight

I will try

To write

What I deem

As most

Powerful

Of all

Revolutions:

I CHOOSE ME

Over the love

You keep

Insisting as true

Darling I know

It's a lie

I can see

The truth

Burning

In your eyes

Now watch me fly!

-revolutions,

katie, 01:15

I stopped writing

Stopped trying

To transform

My pains

Into words

Screaming

Deceiving

I stopped freeing

The voices in my head

Taking over the pen

Scribbling tons

Of mess

On papers,

Then call it

Art afterwards

While all I can see

Are letters dancing

Before my eyes

I stopped staining

Blood against the wall

No matter how red

It appears, it won't

Give justice

To the life

I endure

So much tragedy

In a day

I'm a thread

Stretched fiercely

I struggle

Not to break

Struggle not to

Write

Or create

Another piece

That will grace

The half filled

Trash bin

Waiting

Silently

Anticipating

At the corner

-katie, 01:30

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Let me get this straight, my darling. It's either you're in love with me or you're not in love with me. There's no middle ground. So if you're not certain about how you feel about me, you can go. I've watched lovers walked out of that door so many times that I got used to seeing people leave. It will hurt a little but I definitely prefer being alone over spending time with someone who isn't sure about me.

Let me get this straight, my darling. I refuse to be half-loved.

-katie, 23:00

Ma, I am home

Finally, I have come

Here I am

Knocking on your door

Ma, I have wounds

I tripped and fell

Down the stairs

Now I bleed

Harder than I did

Ten years ago

Under your watch

Ma, I crawled

On my way here

My hands are frail

But I moved

In a snail pace

Hoping to reach

Before sundown

I should have called

Tell you I'm coming

But the sound of your voice

On the other line

It will never be enough

To soothe me

And you know that

Ma, I am cold

Where I came from

They get snow

All year round

The winter is long

And the people

Oh, they are cruel

You taught me how to love

Well, they turned me around

Now all I know is hatred

I turned into steel

And this strong urge to kill

Runs through my veins

Replacing traces of you

So I boarded the bus

Headed here

Before the human you raised

Completely disappear

Ma, I have a gun

I bought it downtown

Intended to shoot

A man named John

He ruined me

Taught me about the world

Took away my purity

Tossed my soul to the shredder

I was young and unwise

Barely had a voice

Even though I shrieked

Fought between the sheets

But to no avail

This man pinned me down

Took advantage of my naivete

They said men are lions

I didn't know what it meant

And it all dawned on me that day

He put shackles on my hands

Ma, I didn't talk

I fell as silent as the dead

Life has weaken my stead

And then I lost my head

Tried to make appointment

With the God of Death

My wrists show the imprints

Desolation has tattooed

My eyes burn in scarlet rage

My tongue speaks wars I want to wage

I am confused

I am hurt

Shattered in pieces

I crawl back to you

For the world can't heal me

My heart can't warm me

Not now that it became

Colder than Spooky Nebula

Ma, I am home

I hope you take me back

Fix my broken wings

Ma, I am here....

-Ma, I am here,

katie, 13:22

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(It was so hard to write this. What a relief that I did!)

What if the heart cannot mend because it refuses to acknowledge what got it shattered in the first place? What if its pieces cannot gravitate because it keeps shutting out the truth, keeps escaping the pangs of pain, for fear of falling into the maelstrom of despair? Bygones reminds us the need to surrender to our pain and make peace with the past so the ghosts won’t come back to haunt and interrupt our healing. It’s important to relive the hurt, not to rub salt to our wounds or revel in our grief but to provide ourselves an opportunity to seal these wounds and forgive our broken hearts.

One at a time.

For sometimes, we need to be lost in order to be found.

-katie

Finally, I got the time and energy to finish writing my first poetry book.

So here it is, my messy mind and heart spilled all over the pages. They usually begin in chaos. Arts, sometimes, are supposed to be like that.

Unapologetically raw.

@catworldss

I'm not a rug

or a carpet

you can walk into

Whenever you please

I'm a person

and I can be hurt

My heart, though

I trained

it to be strong,

can be broken

like a glass,

can be torn

like a paper

I can only take

what my cup

can contain

I will speak

I will scream

I won't be

silenced as though

your storm

can render me mute

But most importantly

I know where to exit

without second thoughts

I will leave

when I had enough

And I had enough

-katie, 20:00

I bought a one way ticket

to the other side

of the moon

Watch the ocean rise

as I fall

asleep in the arms

of darkness,

a friend returning

from a short voyage

He cradles my head,

traces the cracked skull

with his fingers

until I sigh

with the thunder roaring

over my weeping sky!

-one way ticket,

katie, 22:00

But the parts that you claim

to love so tenderly

are the polished parts

Those free from flaws

covered in rich foundation

My love,

those are the easy parts

to love

How about embracing

the scars

the unsightly stretch marks

the eroding wave of sanity

all of the dark?

-katie, 21:00

Sadness resounding

from the piano kills

all of my dreams

I sing

as you wrap yourself

in a blanket

I scream

I asked you to love

me deeper when I'm sad

You promised, I was glad

But why did you sleep

while I bleed?

Do lies taste better,

darling

when the love is dead?

-katie, 23:01

How is it possible darling, for someone with a heart to be so heartless?

Katie, 20:00

I look at the mirror

then back at you

And I can't fail

to notice

how much you

resemble

the sparkle

in my eyes

as you paint

that smile

-katie, 24:46

My first poetry book! ❤

Launching soon...

If I could speak

to the heart

that is now dead

I would ask it

if it's colder

there, in the grave

If it tells me, yes

then I will stay here

with you

where your arms

wrap me

into a chilly embrace

-katie, 23: 20

Maybe there's a greater plan,

a better storyline

written for me

That's why

everytime

I try

to circumvent

destiny, I get slapped

by the busy hand

of the clock!

-katie, 23:46

You don't know

What it's like

To stare

At the walls

For hours

And hours

Figuring out

How the clock

Ticks so loud

Screaming

A hollow sound

Dead, hollow sound

Ringing all over

Your deafness

Making you shiver

Despite your numbness

You don't know

What it's like

To hold yourself

Together because

Breaking down

Is like a drug

Tempting,

A little consoling

But destructive

So you lie there

Trying hard not to feel

Shutting the faint sound

Of blood running

In your veins

Trying hard not

To go insane

You don't know

What it's like

So stop repeating

Words I've heard

Before

For a million times

"You're gonna be fine!"

Maybe I would be

But not today

Definitely not today

-katie, 20:15

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I love you

I do

When you left

this morning

and all I could smell

was your scent mixing

with the aroma

of coffee,

I knew...

-katie,02:45

Sometimes I wonder,

if I ever stop trying,

will we still talk?

-katie, 09:00

And she learned

to sleep through the pain

for the night

won't make it go away

-katie, 09:01

I knew

When you looked at me

with those

stranger's eyes twinkling

knowledge from

a past

I am trying to forget

I knew

I am trapped

How could I

love you this much

baby while

you try to throw away

everything

we ever had?!

-katie, 23:46