Would it not be reasonable to think that an individual who ‘requires’ a restraining order, is the type of individual who would break a restraining order?
Kait King 2017
Amazon
Paper Cups
” Paper is the bottomless
cup
I can pour myself into “
© Kait King, 2017
Chocolate for my Mind
Tripping
spilling
falling
dropping
words come tumbling out
Hedonistic
realistic
possibly artistic
like chocolate for my mind
are the words from my soul
replete
resplendent
and resonate
to make me feel whole
© Kait King, 2017
Summer in my Heart
The grass squeaks
beneath my feets
Cold steals well into
my bones
Chilly cows in
frosty fields
complain in
mooing moans
The sun is
shining watery bright
glistening drips from
my watery nose
In the shade
of the rock garden
lies a frosty
useless hose
The dogs’ little
paws
hardly leave
a mark
It’s beautiful but
not my favourite time
I have Summer
in my heart
© Kait King, 2016
When I Sing
Howick 2013
When I sing
I feel this thing
all of my body cells
join
the vibration
When my voice
comes out
and I sing of things
I care about
I feel pure elation
When my body
can’t hep but
move
As I sway and sing
the groove
This here,
this is my perfect situation
© Kait King, 2016
Somewhere Else…
Sometimes I
feel like
my Soul is
desperately
trying to
escape…
Tap
Tap
Tapping
at the top
of my skull
“There’s
somewhere
else I’m
supposed to
be
Let me
out!
Set
me
free!”
© Kait King, 2018
02/04/2018
Under Pressure
“Humans are like the weird sea creatures of the Earth,
Change the pressure and we can burst.”
Kait King 2017
Pre-Occupancy
Pre-Occupancy
So nobody’s home
Just cardboard cut-outs
posed in my brain
Memories I can’t let go
Pre-Occupancy
A way to survive
Somehow to numb
the pain
Somehow to stay
the child
Pre-Occupancy
Merely a distraction
Something to hide
any connection
Anything to avoid
taking action
Pre-Occupancy
© Kait King, 2017
Do You Really Want To Know Me
I don’t want to be known
just by an icon on your phone
I want to be recognized
by the color of my eyes
the curve of my smile
Things you’d know when
you’ve known me a while
© Kait King, 2016
the drugs
I cannot keep my eyes open
the drugs, they make me sleep
I cannot do what I really want to
the drugs, they make me weak
I cannot say what I want to say
the drugs, they tie my tongue
I cannot think in all clarity
the drugs, they make me wrong
© Kait King, 2015
Violent Love
Wild animal
– resonate in me
Violent Love
Tender Brutality
Snake, lion,
tiger or sheep
– Passionate,
almost Violent Love,
to: shy,
submissive,
meek
Only 50 shades of grey?That is what I
want to say
– That Hollywood crap
you can keep…
© Kait King, 2017
Music to My Ears
If Pain
was Music
it would be
a Shrieking Violin
The Shriek
that makes
your Ears
Close off
without putting
your Fingers in
© Kait King, 2016
I Just Wanted
I just wanted
to be happy
As baffling as
that may seem
I just wanted to
spread Kindness
Remove the idea
of being mean
I just wanted
to have Peace
As impossible as
that seems
but it’s ok, they say,
to always have dreams
There is no need to
“stand your ground”
It isn’t yours, for a start
It will still be here
When we’re not around
It’s much better to leave
a piece of your Heart
© Kait King, 2016
Doubtful
You know deep down
inside of you
What is wrong
and when it’s true
You do know that
you have a voice
You can escape if
you make the choice
You know even
if shit goes down
That you will handle it
without
support around
Sometimes you feel like
you’d be better off dead
But you have to
remove those thoughts
Stay positive
Keep your head
© Kait King, 2017
Sprinkles
“You don’t need ice-cream to make an awesome Sunday…”
© Kait King, 2016
I Thought It Was You
Something
is missing
since we’ve
been apart
A part is missing
Something
has been lost
and I thought
it was you
Since you’ve been gone
I thought that piece
was you
A part of me
has been missing
I truly thought
it was you
But when I look at
it closely
it was a part of me
you took –
I was missing
not you
© Kait King, 2016
Just Don’t
Don’t abandon your family
Don’t abandon your children
Don’t abandon your pets
Don’t abandon your responsibilities
Most of all, don’t abandon yourself…
© Kait King, 2017
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