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
Author: Kait King
Lyrics to Something and Nothing
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
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You know it’s over when…
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
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Sword of Damacles
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
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Guides and Guardians
“I think legally, ‘Sole Custody’ should read ‘Soul Custody’, and we all know why…”
© Kait King, 2016
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Filthy Lucre Lust
There’s a blinking
candle
The dripping wax
is blood red
Like my life
seeping from my
soul
And there’s a nuisance
in my head
Who do I
believe?
Who do I
trust?
When it all seems
to be about
money –
that Filthy Lucre Lust
by Kait King
28/11/2020
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The Most Important Thing
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
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The writer’s blogk: Observation 9
9. Don’t write for writing’s sake
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Blood Bright
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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Suffocate me
Lash me to you
bind me
with your love
string me along with
the world’s largest ball of twine
that’s fine
Wrap me in your arms
swaddle me in your dreams
Take me further than
the ends of our Earth
As far as that may seem
© Kait King, 2015
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Sleep Deep if you Dare
Sleep deep
Sleep light
Lucky you
if you
sleep tight
Sleep long
Deep sleep
Eyes closed
yet you
still weep
Eyes open
Brain awake
Each breath breathed
a life
at stake
Eyes closed
Brain aches
It seems
like an hour
each second takes
Tweaked bedclothes
Twisting dreams
When are you awake?
Never, it seems
© Kait King, 2015
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In The Grip Of god’s daughter
Twisted
I’m finding it hard at times, to write god’s daughter. I have to go to such a dark place and think such dark thoughts that it can be exhausting…and actually put me off writing this story. I don’t know where she has come from, but she won’t leave me alone until I’ve told her story.
Isn’t it a strange way to look at one’s own internal thoughts? I mean, she’s just a made up character, right?! But I feel like I’ve had zero control over where this is going. She is what she is and I’m writing about it. Is she a part of me? Is she always going to be a part of me or will she let me go when I’ve written her out? The longer I delay writing god’s daughter, the longer she will be stalking around in my head. Could she end up taking over? A blemish on the intriguing landscape of my brain. I’m wasting time…I must write…
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We love you Mum
And we have to say
It’s not fair you only get one day
When every second of every minute
We thank the Universe for putting you in it
There are not enough words
In any language spoken
All we have is a small token
Of our love to give
Reflected in the life we live
We’d tell you every single day
How much we love you in every way
Without you, we’d be nothing
Without your love, we’d not survive
Without your grace, care and kindness
We’d be born another child
So we thank you Mum
We are grateful for who we are
The equal sum of you and Dad
Have made us who we are
© Kait King, 2015
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When I Write
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
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His broken heart is hid
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
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Insides Out
What’s on the inside is all that matters…..
But if there is no one around to see the insides on the inside…
Are they better out?
© Kait King, 2015
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Gently
Slightly
gently
tumble on
down
fall into
my arms
you’ll not
be undone
Kait King 2015
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