Scribble me
into your life
Pen me
into your mind
Feel me
in tactile braille
So I can read you
if I’m blind
Then touch me with
a purity – like
a crisp white paper sheet
Write me
into a love story
Our blending ink –
A story complete
© Kait King, 2016
Author: Kait King
Geminaic Dilemma – another conversation with a Gemini
It’s 22 past 2
What am I here for?
And can’t I leave?
But do you really want to?
I have to go
Are you clear in the sight of all things?
I see nothing
I feel him
I need to –
No
I have to go!
I don’t want to be deserted
Well I want to be the deserter –
It won’t hurt so much
© Kait King, 2016
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It gets murky…
It’s not that I’ve forgotten you, sweet angel of mine, it’s that I just lost myself for a little while. You’ve been there so strong and true. Your arms swallow me safely and I’m grateful, so grateful for you. I couldn’t even see your pain because I couldn’t see through mine – the deep dark cloud of despair. I know it’s not forever, but at the moment, a day is a lifetime
For Jay, my nine year old son (at the time) who had to live with me being there, but not there, for nearly five years. I remember just about nothing of that period of time due to the heavy medication I was on. In the photo above he’s twenty 🙂
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A Fair Ultimatum
If you can allow yourself
to love me baby
I’ll hold you, rock you,
Love you through every night
If you’re not scared to
show me baby
I’ll do my very best to make it
all right
But I feel you haven’t
let go baby
And it’s not really all
about me
You have to let your feelings
show baby
You have to love me or let me
be free
© Kait King, 2015
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God’s Diamonds
God left diamonds
in my garden today
Draped elegantly over tall
wild grasses
clinging in teardrop perfection
from the arch of an unfurling koru
God left diamonds
in my garden today
The sun pushing a rainbow
paradigm through this
sparkling rare
jewel of Nature
God left diamonds
in my garden today
Worn with a breathtaking beauty
a spider’s web is adorned
Dripping in dew-drop diamonds
A lavish gold in sunlight
Every color of
every gem in any brilliant spectrum
lies here at my feet
in the garden
the beauty around me
The Earth
She is my wealth –
God left diamonds in my garden…
Kait King 2017
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Just to Be
Just to be painless
I need to be numb
Just to be painless
I must be made dumb
I can’t connect
but just lie in a bed
Life laughs
at my bet
Just to be painless
I can’t be me
Just to be painless
I can’t be free
Just to be painless
and live a life
I wanted to live
The purpose
that would give
Just to be painless
© Kait King, 2016
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Gods
Are there many?
Or are there none?
Will I know
before I’m done?
Are they angry?
Mean and unkind?
Or gentle and understanding
with a heart much bigger
than mine?
If I don’t obey,
they tell
I’ll be going
straight to Hell
My god has not
that human spite
he’s not angry,
vengeful or
serial killer smite-like
And perhaps I am
uncertain
just a little unsure
But my god knows
that I believe
and I know there’s so much more…
Kait King 25/07/2018
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I place the brain in its’ skull….
When I finally find my rhythm and I am the one eager to push forward. When I can’t help but mould and mash a character of no charm, or carefully fine tune a delicate life, an angry spirit, that tortured soul….nothing can stop me. Time is of zero meaning or consequence. Food and water are not necessities, they are interruptions – as is anything else that must drag me from my Frankensteinian stupor. My frenzied, impassioned creation can sometimes make me feel overwhelmingly powerful or incredibly tiny as I realise how childlike my perception might be…or is it drama queen stuff? Not naivete…surely….not another avenue to explore…surely. Let me write it out of me in some shape or form so I can recognise it in some shape or form, not just a passing thought….a forgotten idea, feeling…story. Place the electrodes and blast it into the light, out to the night, encompassed in fright…write, write, write
© Kait King, 2015
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Pick me
Please don’t pick me
not again
I’m terrified
so frightened I can’t
breathe
It hurts and I can’t
see
through the tears I don’t know
I’m crying
Universe,
Please stop me
now
before it’s too late
and time
steals you away
from me
too brief
to painful
this I can’t do
Please,
Please Universe
don’t pick me
© Kait King, 2015
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When you let me in
When we are
touching skin
when you have
let me in
With a dream-like
essence
I feel your
presence
the heat from
your skin
when you let me in
I know there
are no lies
I can see it
in your blue eyes
I can feel it
from your mouth
I can hear it in
your blazing skin
when you let me in
the goose bumps on
your flesh
and our kiss
can only express
we are so lost
it must be a sin
but only when
you let me in
© Kait King, 2015
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My SupaSista
This is for my amazing SupaSista
Who has been my strength throughout
My bestest friend and my sister
I just couldn’t do without
Tea and piklet scarfing
Feeling handbags and clothes
Sharing everything like it’s with myself
Things no one else knows
I’ve been at my lowest
Boy that was lowest low
And there she was like a shining beacon
Loving me and letting me know
Happy Birthday to my incredible, dynamic, smart, funny and beautiful sister – I can’t tell you how blessed I feel that you’re a part of MY family! I love you so much xxx
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The 3 Little Piggies and other schizzle
Thanks to all of my followers, fans, friends and family 🙂 I really appreciate all of your follows, comments, advice and shares. I hope you enjoy my blog and my recent thriller killer novel on Amazon called The 3 Little Piggies (read for FREE on Kindle) and now 2 poetry books, Supine Exsanguinations and unseen poetry, My See-Through Mind also available on Amazon (please check out the Kait King on Amazon button on my site). I need reviews – the good, the bad and the ugly – please don’t be shy!:)
I’ve really enjoyed writing a blog and getting some of my stuff out there, actually it’s over 300 pieces of writing so maybe more than just some 🙂 Thank you for reading my blog, for commenting and letting me know how you feel and what you think – I love it and feel like I may have found a place in the blogosphere.
It really does get easier as I share more and realise those who read me, share these things with me as well. I have become comfortable with the WordPress tools and applications. I have been fortunate to have had only very minimal negative contact from anyone and that was a while ago, when I first started here. So again, thank you to all of you wonderful people who have made it easier for me to bare my soul! And also to all of you amazing people who are brave enough to put yourselves out there too!
Thank you – without you,
my life would be inkless
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2. Don’t Ever Assume That….
2. Just because you write, your long sentences are effective…
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At Lunch Today
At lunch today
I fell a little more
in love with you
Your smile grazes the
inside of my heart with
such passion
At lunch today
your blue eyes brighter
for seeing me
Sparkling over
sparkling water
with just a hint
of lemon
that cannot sour
our chemistry
At lunch today
while I watched you
talk
I followed your lips
watched your mouth
heard nothing
and thought just
about kissing
I love lunch with you
© Kait King, 2017
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1. Don’t Ever Assume That….
1. Just because he remembers that you like the mint centered chocolates from a box of Roses because of the tantrum you threw when he attempted to eat one the first time but not the only time since you ate chocolates together 7 months ago, doesn’t make him a mind reader…
Pass it forward:
Summer Sunb0dies
I can hear the cicadas’
with their sliding
grinding legs
laughing kids
melting ice-creams
Clothes freshly dried
on a line
neatly pegged
That sun shine
warm tar
summer rain smell
That open-roofed car
chasing oceanic swells
Those exotic looking palms
lining Rodeo-type roads
giggling girls
in bikinis and curls
with their Summer Sunbodies on show
© Kait King, 2015
Pass it forward:
Offender
Cemented down
Concrete furrows
on your brow
Icy stare
eyes of blue
Mouth a gash
of hatred too
© Kait King, 2015
