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katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | ---------------------------------------- i’ll build it up slowly. <3 -----------------------------------------------------so let me know what you think. Remember - an ode to the cyclic heart break and the foolishness of love, my dears. Buckets Filled With Stars - a tale of the naïvety of love everlasting love. False Starts and Mislead Hearts - how wonderfully uncertain loving one person can be! False Start's... Falst Start - the edgier second version of this devastating love. Happy Birthday, Dad - because my pain was enough that I could no longer "celebrate" such a monstrous day. Slowly - because life is too quick. I Wonder, Could You Ever Understand? - best enemies forever xx Forever Fever (My) Summer Storm Cry, Baby Sometimes |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “Remember” By Kate, April 1st 2007. Look up into my eyes and tell me, Is it me that you despise? Or all of the lies that you have told over the years? Let me remind you. Press your lips against my neck and whisper As I wonder if it’s all worth the pain, What was the line you would always use? ‘I will love you until the end of time’. A lie, So let me remind you. While the truth lays just out of reach, Grasp my hand in yours And speak your sweet remedies To mask the pain of my heartbreak, Pull me into your sweet surrender And maybe then I’ll let you remind me. Slip your arm around my waist And bring me into your warm embrace. Ask me to forgive you, To forget the heartache, To take you back, And then I will remember. Tell me that you love me, That you always have and always will, That you want me in your life forever, And you will love me for eternity. And we will remember together. |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “Buckets Filled With Stars” By Kate, May 19th 2008. “I do so love the stars which adorn With their beauty the night’s sky; If only to mask for a moment a forlorn Night’s ally, Their grace, which ever-lasts ‘Til dawn, when sunshine is ever nigh, And the golden rays of our dear sun casts The moonlight a quick goodbye,” Her tone bespeaks an urgent need For the comfort of this night; And her eyes reveal a cautious plead To never leave this sight, “But, dear one, did you ever know That beyond these stars is a darkened abyss? That once they’re passed, their present glow Will then cease to exist? And did you think, before this day, That I may love only you-- To speak of you in such a way, And hope you loved me too?” He asks, his voice quaking with such want, Such a need for her, as she does these stars; For a hope that, once realised, his love may cease to taunt Him, and that the taking of her hand may heal his deepest wound’s jagged scars, And all the Earth pauses, for just this one moment in time. “Tell me, dear friend, did you foresee, Or ever pose a thought in lieu This fondness that you have for me, Is mirrored but for you? For nights I have hidden Within the deepest corner of my soul This feeling, I felt forbidden But which would make myself whole,” Her words he takes as a question, as if to ask ‘Do you feel this same way, too?’ And her tone, uncertain, a mere mask, To say, ‘Perhaps I love you, too’, “My dear love, oh, is that true? Is this something only I can feel, Or do you sense it, too? But, dear love, if I were to kneel Here on this lush grass, and take your hand In mine, I would but only ask of you To smile and take this golden band And wear it, oh, be true-- And to you, I promise this; My love will last long passed the stars, the moon, The sun and the Earth, in all of it’s dark abyss, And to heartbreak, we’d be immune--” But, before he might finish his sweet vows, she Silenced him quickly with a kiss, And met his eyes, so true to behold what readily could be, And whispered, “I would die for this.” |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “False Starts And Mislead Hearts” By Kate, April 21st 2008. I barely hear you breathing As you lay beside me on the bed; Your arm draped across me Whispering words that stay unsaid As you reach for my hand And hold it tightly in your own Your heart speaks softly with my own, and proclaims This is how I want to be. My heart beats in time with yours, to a rhythm That only we shall know As daylight creeps upon us, tell me In the morning can we keep this so? Will your heart still beat in time with mine, Will you still want to hold me tight, Will I still look into your eyes and think, This feels so right? Will my heart still flutter madly when I see you laying there, And will it still ache for every moment I spend With you to last an eternity? Tell me, will my touch still send Shivers down your spine? And will your Gentle kisses still be asking Will your heart be mine? Will we not live without one another For one day longer than this night? Or will our love fade quickly, Masked by morning's light? Will your one last kiss mean I love you so, Or will it scream, so shrill and tired, Please, please let me go. |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | False Start’s… False Start. By Kate. Coda to “False Starts and Mislead Hearts”, or-- “False Start’s… False Start.” The original draft to the poem. I barely hear you breathing When you lay down beside my bed, You hardly hear me speaking, Nor anything I’ve said. I cannot hold your hand in mine; You cannot have my heart, A blistering kiss left blazing on My lips before we part. Once you told me, you are waiting; For everything I’m not-- Another broken heart to love, Hope, and a chance with her that you never got, And I reply, so quietly, I whisper in your ear, That you are everything that I am not; The loss of you; of ‘us’, is everything I fear. And as we lay here restlessly, we shall Not sleep, but will find Our love escaping us, as cold, bitter tears fill our eyes, And memories of you and I fill my darkened mind. Because I am all that you have never hoped for; You’re everything I’ll need, and our love, Our hate, fills this darkness like you have filled My heart; my angel with no halo, my lover from above. Because you are everything I have never hoped for, And I am all that you’ll ever need. |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “Happy Birthday, Dad” (I will love you forever, too.) By Kate, June 13th 2008. Some days I like to picture that The world’s not filled with pain - That life is joy and blissful And I wasn’t out in that rain With your life behind you As mine lay ahead And every whisper runs through my heart, I remember every word you said. Your hand that waved goodbye to me, The eyes that said, “we’ll meet again,” This dream that’s my reality When I knew it was the end. (I’ll miss you, my friend.) These tears that spill onto my page, Smudge the pen, and make me sad, And all these words just to say “Happy Birthday, Dad.” |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “Slowly” By Kate, 2007. Slowly time passes us by, Leaves us wondering, asking why. As slowly, loves fades from our hearts, Left behind in mislaid parts. Slowly new life begins, While old life ebbs, such fragile things. Slowly an angel gains her wings, And in the heavens she sings While slowly, in the world below her, Those left behind will cry. The world goes on, Love grows, Hatred Fades, And hope reigns from within. |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “I Wonder, Could You Ever Understand?” By Kate, April 22nd 2008. You don’t know. I wonder; would you loan me those rose coloured glasses, if only so that I might steal a glimpse of this glorious world in which you live-- This ceaseless trust that you rely upon; and so that I may know just what it is like to have your opportunities laid out before me, You won’t understand. And I wonder; could I take a moment to tell you all of this, and would you listen to what I needed to say, or would the words pass you by in your distant, perfect world---erased, numbed, bliss, You will never know. I wonder; would you ever feel like this, as though you were a vague memory playing on the minds of those who surround you, who do not care- or would my words leave no mark on you, would they leave no impression, as if they never were spoken; never really were there, I will never tell you. I wonder; could you even understand this, would it ever strike a chord in your heart, or a thought in your mind, or would it disappear into the depths of your memories, pulled out to examine on rare occasions, though the thought of it remains dark and unlit, You wouldn’t want to know. So I will never tell you. And you will never understand. And you would not listen. And you will never know. |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “Forever Fever” By Kate, May 2007. Forever fever, just like a dream; Runs cold through my blood So you can’t hear me scream. Forever fever, just like a nightmare; Hell is where you’re going, But I’m already there. Forever fever, just like a gun; Pounding through your flesh and blood, And burning in the sun. Forever fever, just like a blade; Slicing through your hopes and dreams, And any plans you made. Forever fever, just like a curse; Suffocating, blinding, Only… worse. |
i'll.be.fine Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 33 | Your poems are beautiful, I love them! Keep on writing, I am looking forward to reading more |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | Wow, thankyou! That means so, so, so much to me |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | Summer Storm By Kate, August 1, 2008. He a d o r e s The summer’s rain, The world glistens when It p o u r s. Stilled b y Darkened clouds At rainbow’s end. Birds f l y Without c a r e Dancing, diving, spiralling Gracefully through the a i r. Summer s u n Gently warms The wind as It r u n s Between t r e e s, Through damp grass, As the fading warmth f l e e s. Rainbows s o a r In the skies To light the Down p o u r. --DOWN DOWN --DOWN [ I wish I were the r a i n. ] |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “Cry, Baby” By Kate, September 8 2008. Dear You, “I think you’re beautiful, you know - ” I have never had the talent to pick the greatest times To feed you these lovely lines - But honey, if you saw the look upon your face. “I’ll take your hand, and I won’t let go - ” Well, darling, I’ve studied books Of gorgeous words to get me off the hook - But honey, if you saw the look upon your face. “You are the world to me - ” I’ve woven lifetimes with my lies Of true love that never dies - But honey, if you saw the look upon your face. {I confess} You are not attractive, and I don’t hold on so tight, For there are many shining stars for this one darkened night, And even if our love were true, I’d hardly wait for you. And babe, if you could only see your tears. Love, Me. XOXO. |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | “Sometimes” By Kate, 2005. To Dad. Sometimes I sit and wonder sometimes I sit and cry I wonder where you are right now, As I watch the people passing by. I sometimes like to dream of you, In a place that’s nice and safe, Where you’re more than happy, This is my secret place. Are you in the crowd I see? Maybe you’re in that car, I wish that I could see you now, I wish you weren’t so far. Do you remember the times we spent together? The stars we named, all of them, Do you remember the places that we’d go? The places like right here? I sometimes sit and wonder where you are right now. I’d like to see you someday, To hear your voice again, To see your sweet face smile at me, To know that you are safe. Do you remember the times we spent together? The stars we named, all of them, Do you remember the places that we’d go? The places like right here? I sometimes sit and wonder where you are right now. Are you in the crowd I see? Maybe you’re in that car, I wish that I could see you now, I wish you weren’t so far. Sometimes I sit and wonder sometimes I sit and cry I wonder where you are right now, As I watch the people passing by. |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | "Untitled" Love is shallow. It is selfish and painful, like the reopening of a fresh wound. It is a hurricane striking a small country that lacks the technology to predict it’s chaotic arrival.. It is a car crash that reverses and replays. It is the beautiful serenade of a singer before he loses his voice. It scrambles the order of everything we know, and steals the pair of glasses that allows us to see our broken world has suffered. It laughs and tosses them above our heads, taunting us as we blindly and frantically attempt to reassemble everything we once had. It is blame and it is guilt, but we pour our shallow selves into it like it deserves our souls. It is a beautiful mess, a sundial reflecting the exact moment that our lives turn into shadows. It is the acid draining the colours of our precious photographs until all we can see are shades of grey. It is the dirt that contaminates the precious gem and steals it’s worth. It is the pain that finally chips away to reveal ugly foundations. It is the rain cloud that pollutes a brilliant summer’s day. It is the alarm clock that pulls us from sweet dreams to face sour realities. It is all that we are, and all that we survive for. But we are nothing, and death is imminent. |
MuRdEr ScEnE Killjoy Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 14 | wow! I like the poem Foever Fever! it was really good! But that's the only one I read because I was posting some of my poems on mibba and then I was reading everyone else's so it's beging to sound like Dr.Suess is running through my head and now because I said running through my head I have All the Things You Said stuck in my head! Ahh things are ryming again! ( Dr.Suess is in meh head! *runns away screaming* |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | Family Tree / “In Memoriam of My Lost Respect for the Scientist Among Us” Derivations of the past trickling downstream in the veins of my inheritance overflowing with blood relatives Branching out stick insect saplings – siblings! – rusty as the hinges of an heirloom rocking horse swinging in the shade cast by grandparents with their skin so rough and covered in bark calluses Saplings’ eyes are dutiful interpretations of closed windows minds like slammed doors and hearts a cemented knoll not even a sparrow could survive Parents are a question marked upon an empty page no stone left unturned, but this one. Much like grandparents with cold hands cold eyes cold skin love-less hearts; just machines beating the life out of them And I – I am told to write. And what did you want? Too many crosses through the names of my dead Because as I was wiping my slate heart off clean I realised you cannot clean away fractures in broken bones and you cannot wipe away breaks in stoic hearts. So do not demand a petty record of the origins of my blood For I would need to wander in the dark into the garden to consult my family tree – Of this, I am afraid And the old oak is scared of me. |
I.wish.i.wer.a.ghost Motor Baby Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 940 | ...wow. your poems are rerally really good. like quite beautiful tbh. =] love them |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | New SETLIST: later 2009 "Untitled" "Family Tree" "Poem." |
katieackles Killjoy Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 65 | "Poem" the blank canvas of an artist’s will lays dormant in his lair for years while its silent siblings celebrate life in the dull light crawling past the attic door and those that graduated from the college of his palette wave their diplomas in the hearts of empty corridors the common playwright will nurse her toddler of a script a hypocrite in raising him to teach morals as she drinks and writes, and writes and drinks and drinks some more to write until her work, in adolescence, adorns appreciative smiles with an expiration date on the pale faces of his audience her play –seen, but soon dismissed lyrics trickling from the tongue of a singer coated in a golden voice mark play dates in the sand with the notes of a stringed guitar dancing, twirling, whooshing through the whimsical ear into the eagerly awaiting heart yet, the lyrics sing goodbye as the swooning voice unravels to the interrupted thrumming of a drum but Poetry – Poetry does not age or wither for it is far too brimming with its flourishing importance to die in a cupboard made of fear raw and unhidden, it remains a child – vulnerable – long after its creator has shuddered her last breath strokes of truth on a page that never dies |
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