This is a DONATION
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!
NZ$10.00
There’s an empty
bottle on the table
A lonely shoe
left on the floor
A dress flung on
the back of a chair
A damp towel hangs
on the door
There’s a shadow
in my bed and
I guess that must be me
I am the Invisible Guest
in my house
as far as I can see
I float over to my bed
to see the shadow
tucked in deep
You would never
think I was dead
I look like I’m asleep
No one knows
I’ve gone yet
No one knows
I’ve left
I’m sad to leave
my family
crying and bereft
But there’s a light
shining for me
I’m ready to walk
in to
if there’s everything
I’ve forgotten,
I’ll remember
I loved you.
Kait King ♥️
14th September 2019
Her internal organs
were completely shoved
out of place
You couldn’t tell
where her eyes were
on her once
normal face
Her mouth,
no teeth…
although alive,
she had only 2
Her fingernails
held DNA
Her bruises spoke
in black
and blue
There was no weapon,
no club
no knife
Just pure
Red Rage
Rage enough
to steal
a life
Her family
yes, she has one,
Will have to hear
the tragic
news
of how,
in her relationship,
she was violently
abused
The children
saw
their father
as she was
twisted
punched and
burnt
It’s said she
stayed for
the children
Now, a lesson
sadly learned
And putting to
“Rest” their
Mother’s bones
So they look ahead
“Stay positive”
“You’re not alone”
“At least you have
a roof over
your head”
and face life
in a
foster home
While wishing
they were
dead
Kait King 2020
I am lying on my bed
it’s too hot
and the TV’s too loud
Yet the noisiest thing
is you in my
head
I can hear the washing machine
beeping and beeping endlessly
WTF is wrong with those things?!
I know I should
eat something but
I truly can’t be
bothered
it’s just food
it’s just money
it’s just love
it’s just life…
© Kait King, 2016
My Mum and Dad in Queen St, Auckland 1956
I walk down the aisle
my eyes passing over cards
words springing out
about Mum going
the whole nine yards
And I stop to read a few
The words just seem
insipid
when I think of you,
Mum
A journey into the intrepid
Four babies later
and over 60 years married
Through wars, tonsillitis,
tears and love you tarried
Now here I am
a mother too
And these words I say: “I love you”
Have also come
from my son’s mouth
and heart
But to say them to you
doesn’t even begin to start
to express what a fantastic Mum you’ve been
You’ve done a good job,
I’m a good human being
So I tell you you’re an amazing Mum
and people are proud of the job you’ve done!
© Kait King, 2015
warped, crippled twisted and blackened
my monsters will be set free
decrepit, decayed, barren of soul
sit here or there and all will see
Damaged, Dangerous, Dark and Fright
my monsters travel day or night
bad dreams,
bad thoughts,
dark, gnarled,
knuckle-bite-fright
not all is as it seems….
© Kait King, 2015
I’m quite happy being a Woman
I don’t want to be a Man
I don’t want to scratch my nuts
or take out the trash can
I don’t understand the confusion
about the Man and Woman sequel
Of course we are very Different
Different, but still very Equal
I am proud to be the Carer
The Fantastical Giver of Life
the gentle softness of
a safe place to fall
When you return from
a hard days’ fight
My Man, the strong Protector
The Bringer of that Life
who will be Honoured to care for me Truly
and with Pride
would call me his Wife
© Kait King, 2015
To all family, friends, fans, followers and the Universe – thank you, I wouldn’t be on this path if it wasn’t for those of you who are supporting me as I uncrinkle myself from my cocoon to be a new….top selling writer/poet/Monster Maker! But sincerely from the bottom of my heart, thank you x
Do you mean to tell me,
forgetful soul
That you love me
even more
Do you mean to tell me
I got it wrong
that I’m not the girl
in that love song
Did I hear you right
Is that what you say?
That you could never love me
any other way?
Do you mean to tell me
I don’t shine so bright
I’m not the one,
You didn’t get it right
Do you mean to tell me
that we should just be friends
That it will only get broken
if we fix it in the end
Did I hear you right?
Is that what you say?
That you couldn’t really
love me
Any other way?
Kait King 2019
So I’m asked to describe how I concentrate to write or focus on anything when pain is such a major contributor in my life and a permanent. I thought about it for a second. The doctor had used the whiteboard and drawn “my brain” with pain in the background and words like focus, concentration, motivation scribbled at the front with arrows looking like they were trying to get into my brain. Understandably these things all present a challenge but the way I see it, is that the pain is like an intricate piece of lace that is draped across my brain. In between the detailed lacy gaps things like concentration, motivation and focus do filter through. And depending on how tight the stitching is sometimes it is easier for those things to flow through and other times not so much. This might make sense to some of you – I’m not sure.
Also I’m not big on the word hope. I don’t want hope – I want it sorted now or I will just live with it until some such miracle cure arrives – but I’m not spending my life or any time at all with the hope that I will be fine again. It is what it is. They say hope is a word used for people who don’t want to accept. That is not who I want to be – I know a part of me longs for my body to be pain free but that is just not how it is.
I believe that determination comes from my soul and I will carve my way through whatever it is the universe chooses to share with me and be grateful at the same time – because even though I can’t walk very far, I can write – just a different double u (w)…. 🙂
© Kait King, 2015
While she’s trying harder
working it out
all her problems, hangups, pity and
self-doubt
And she tries too hard to achieve
because she’s lonely, angry,
she’s had no love to eat
And as far as this woman knows
it’s like a picture, no – a painting
or a movie, too slow
As far as this woman knows
it’s like fighting the fight
but not a fight that you chose
So she’s crying alone
no sleep at night
I wish I could find her
and tell her –
it will all be all right
© Kait King, 2015
Pulled very
tight
in the dark
of a night
Wire & Skin
Razor or
barb
Put up
your guard
Wire & Skin
A killers’ tool
strings you up
not so cool
Wire & Skin
They find you
tied up there
in a place called
Nowhere
Wire & Skin
Wire cutters
are at hand
you fall free
where you land
Wire & Skin
Sullen faces
at the site
strangled with
wire
so tight
Wire & Skin
Kait King 2019
With drifting tendrils
of Spring
Summer curls her way into
places where shadows hang around
with a Wintery gruffness
A warmth travels –
infrequently
flying through
the trees and grasses
with just a tease
of what’s to come
Sky of blue and spring rains fall
the fluttering tweets
and grassy delights of the
new nesting families hurrying along
Spring’s lazy gait
© Kait King, 2016
So it’s another day – whoopdeefrickendoo
Another uncharted territory I have to see myself through
crap…
no map
© Kait King, 2015
Listening quietly in
the dawn of the day
My mind playing games
that my heart won’t play
Watching us still
in the dark of my mind
waiting for someone I can’t seem to find
Holding this close
Not wanting to lose
Making the choice
and then having to choose
As the falling rain
dampens my heart
I can’t seem to see
Was I blind from the start?
© 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 streets
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
Your’e fading
on me again,
Quietly moving
away
Distancing yourself
So that you think
I won’t notice…
The bed is
our friendly
enemy
Saving us
from ourselves
and each other
It’s a waiting
game as
your brain seasons
change
And you will
be back if
you go
And go through
This
all over
again
Kait King 25/01/2020
So you don’t
live in
a War Zone
At least not
one that
we can see
And you’ve
never been
aimed for or
shot at
But the gaping
bleeding wounds
may
as well
be
There are no
drones hanging
clanging alarms
rapid gunfire or
your screams that
anyone else
can hear…
But you do
