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
It’s like
an unsticky web
how things
fall into my
head
Nothing ever
really gets
filtered out
Thoughts are
thrown at me
in a shout
Yeah, it is
pretty clear
something’s going
on here
Each inky
black thought
casting
immeasurable doubt
It even surprises
me
with the words
that I spout
Who wrote
those things?
Evil awful
creepings
Friends ask
Where on Earth
did you find
this out
Why would
you write such
horrid things
It gives pause
for thought
and doubt
© Kait King, 2016
We teach our kids
to have a smaller phone
a faster car
a bigger home
We teach our kids
to take what they can
Never mind if you stomp on
plant
animal or
man
Little do we know
the devastating result
will be that human life on Earth
will grind to an abrupt halt
© 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
“Today’s crazy will become the next Generations’ norm.”
© Kait King, 2016
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 want you to know
that you are not alone
I know it sounds empty –
we can’t talk
I can’t hug you
I can’t invite you into my home
But I need you to know
that there is someone out there
someone who also feels the same
is sick of the same game
and shares the same fears
If I can make you understand
this is not what defines you
but the choices you make
from this day forward
even when you don’t know
what to do
© Kait King, 2015
2. Just because you write, your long sentences are effective…
Sexy Siren
in
satin red
Your luxurious folds
fall over my head
Touching me
with the sagaciousness of a
man’s hand you rest
on my hips
The swing and
the sway
move like gloss covered lips
as I turn to walk away
A hand grabs me and
pulls me to bed
© Kait King, 2016
Does anyone else
ever feel
That this world
isn’t real?
That you know
you don’t belong
Perhaps the ‘Big Guy’
got it wrong
This is not
where you’re meant
to be
Running on the
hamster wheel –
trapped
and not free
Do you ever
think to yourself:
“I am the ostracized alien
I am the one
who doesn’t
fit in!”
And decide to make
a concerted effort
But remain
disappointed
So you retreat
and think,
“Fuck it”
© Kait King, 2016
I didn’t die
I’ve just upgraded
© Kait King, 2015
I didn’t want to
lay back
in the director’s
chair
I didn’t want to
take off my clothes
to help me get “up there”
I didn’t want to be
just bouncy breasts
on TV
I didn’t want my body
out there
for all to see
So I didn’t take
the money
I didn’t get
the job
not for any other reason
than I wouldn’t
suck his knob
© Kait King, 2015
Hindsight is a fabulous thing
It’s just that its timing is all wrong
© Kait King, 2016
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
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…
2 sugars
1 coffee
stirring up your day
2 people
1 future
they will be ok
1 wish
2 dreams
watch it float away
1 hope
2 worlds
1 lifetime to play
© Kait King, 2015
“I’m so bored
but I’ve got so much
to do!”
“So what have you done then?”
“Nothing…
And you?”
© Kait King, 2017
