I would really appreciate your help…
Someone suggested that I could get paid to write and that I should set up a donations page. So here goes! It feels a little awkward but this is what I would like to do full-time, write. I can’t pay my bills unless I earn my way so this will be my leap of faith. Thank you for letting me believe I have wings! Please note your donation is in NZ dollars and you may determine the amount – thank you again x
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my scars inside
and out
are my permanent ink
my life story
my art
© Kait King, 2015
The city streets
look oh so sleek
but only when
it rains
Below the glitterati
Porsche
Benz
Maserati
In the parking basement
remain
Below even that
expensive, unreal mat
broken people
who never
have gain
No cash in the casino
No boat in the marina
And no money
to hide
their pain
© Kait King, 2016
You won’t take away
my Freedom
You won’t take away
my Voice
You won’t tear me away
from my Family
And you won’t dare take away
my Choice
You won’t ostracize
my Family, no
Or stop me from seeing
my Friends
We’ve all had enough
of this shit and
this is where it
ENDS
Kait King
24th October 2021
Yes love,
that’s exactly
what you do
Dust yourself off
once you’ve
pulled yourself up
and sing
dance
stand tall
Honey if you
think about it
it’s not the first time
and be sure
it will not be the last
You know the rights
from the wrongs
Don’t ever let them change
your song
With a Nelson Mandelian
grace
and a dignity dug
from the deep
You will triumph
and in a cloud of
dust, like a rolling
Pig Pen
You flagrantly walk
your walk into
another opportunity
© Kait King, 2016
Crystal Meth
An addicts’ breath
Inhales a
smoky dream
In reality
You’re never free
Just a brains’
endless scream
Crystal Meth
Talk in depth
Required by any means
Close to death
That last crystal breath
It’s not as great as it seems
Crystal Meth
Families bereft
Bury a loved one, crying
Cold caress
This Crystal Meth
And our children
keep on dying
© Kait King, 2016
Speeding up
Slowing down
Maybe just going
Round and round
© Kait King, 2015
Spinning
in a void –
like this
Wanting to
stay still
for a while –
Knowing nothing
lasts
forever
but wanting
to last
a lifetime
with you
© Kait King, 2015
There’s nothing like a tall glass of water
Nothing like a clear day
Nothing like your lovemaking
Like the dream I have when I always get my way
Something like the way you love me
Something like a summer day
Something like the way I crave you
Something always seems to get in the way
Ch: You do – something crazy to my heart and to my mind x 3
Verse 2
Nothing like the way you hold me when
It’s a cold rainy night
It’s nothing like the way you scare me
I wanna run – don’t wanna fight
It’s nothing like the way you tell me
That you love me when you want me
And I want you too
It’s nothing like the way you tell me
That you need me when you want me
And I just wanna be with you
Ch: You do – something crazy to my heart and to my mind x 3
Verse 3
It’s nothing like the way you find me
When I need you so bad
Something like the way you see me
Put a smile on my face
When I’m feelin’ sad
Nothing like the way I know you
When you don’t want me to see you, but I can see right through
Something like when we’re together
Something that feels so very true
Ch: Cos you do – something crazy to my heart and to my mind x 3
© Kait King, 2015
When you’re hanging by a thread
and the voices in your head
say “just let go”
When you feel torn and down
you try to take a look around
but find
you’re blind
And the time is running out
and you know what it’s about
you can feel that hanging rope
that blade against your throat
and you lean on in….
© Kait King, 2015
9. Don’t write for writing’s sake
So this is it
I mean nothing to you
I no longer exist in your world
There is no contact number for me
In your cellphone
any more…
Kait King © 2015
Untruth
Half Truth
No Truth
Just Lies
Corona
Not Covid
99 percent
Survives
Hopeless
And Helpless
On who we
Must Rely
No more
Tears or Shock
No more Time
To Cry
Anger
And Fury
Inside
after
Lies
But I will
Fight
For Freedom
Or else
I will Die
Kait King 8th of January 2022
When I write
every word is like
a finely crafted feather
particles of a winged voice
To uplift imagination
poor soothe upon torment
A flight path
mind’s destination to dream
picture perfect characters
who they are
where they belong
where you fit in
Nestled tight
keep out cold
turn against the winds of ice
water falling crashing calling
the feather nestled tight
let your imagination take flight
with these words I write
© Kait King, 2015
Life suspended in a web-like hammock
the coffee smell not as nostril-curling as in the past
a homeless man stumbles along wet walks
dragging his sorry arse along the splinter lit street
a reflection a sad life in a hard city,
his city a place where he lost his wife and his job,
a home, his family
where he nearly took his own
when things were darker than ebony
and he had to walk his walk alone
A bunch of aggro school kids
too brash and way too loud
disrespect his foul figure on the skids
he had no room to be proud
He seeks a place that’s dry
it won’t be warm,
he knows a place where he can cry
and his aching tears won’t show
© Kait King, 2015
“I think legally, ‘Sole Custody’ should read ‘Soul Custody’, and we all know why…”
© Kait King, 2016
She married him
when she was 23
and he was 37
She thought she’d met
Prince Charming
and he thought he’d gone
to Heaven
It didn’t take long tho’
for him to change
his song
And feel like he
was imprisoned
It happened so fast,
turned life on its arse –
she fell undeniably
and beautifully pregnant
She had her baby alone
while he drank and whored
in their home
No, it hadn’t been long
he was just bored
and it was just wrong
He had already been here
twice in his life
He had other children
and more than one wife
So with dignity
and as a lady
she took nothing
with her
just her baby
She didn’t want half
of the furniture
or a share of
the bling
She knew
she had kept
the most important thing
© Kait King, 2015
Blood bright
and sharp
as a knife
Twisted as
a hemp rope
Gettin’ into
my life
Deep, dark
whisper
coarse as a
saw
Asking me
to write evil
out
more, more….
more
© Kait King, 2015
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