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
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Relationships
Rock Bottom
I hit rock bottom
I sat on that bottom rock
weeds and roots tethered me close
and not in a Lovers’ Lock
Catatonic in my despair
broken like a car crash victim
I clutched at straws and sucked in air
feeling like I needed Lithium
Overwhelmed by what I’m not
broken by what I was
fighting what it has to be
a fallen star, a lost cause, tell it as it is
that old me will never leave
it’s a part of what makes me
my body may have let me down
but when I write – I’m free
© Kait King, 2015
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She is nothing like me
Gingerly I type the words, wondering if I may be the only person who thinks like this. god’s daughter is turning out to be more appalling than horrific, more repulsive than disgusting. I can feel her like black tar in my mind. She calls me to write her out – to layer her like a black wedding cake, all the details – the spiders, the webs, the cockroaches, the mould and dusty aura of her mind. The corners of her life are all in shadow, a shadow I have to be brave enough to step into and feel the darkness that is god’s daughter. She wants to be created but she doesn’t want me – I am nothing to her, just like everyone else.
And she is nothing like me…
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You know you know…..
You already know –
You know you’ve
known for ages
But just didn’t
want to look into that ugly face
or go to that ugly place
You knew months ago
when he was angry with you
when all you did
was be excited he was home
and he turned his back
and left you there alone
You already knew
when you could
smell the hint of perfumes
that you know you
don’t wear
Those whispered
phone calls
He doesn’t want you
to hear
You already know –
you know you’ve known
for ages
but just didn’t
want to look
into that ugly lying face
or go to that ugly empty place
© Kait King, 2015
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Rise Above
Jealousy
Please leave me
Let me walk free
from your grasp
Honesty
Please fill me
Set my words free
with that trust
Stupidity
Please abandon me
Let me hear twice but speak
with one voice
Integrity
Please empower me
Take over my mind and body
to make the right choice
©Kait King 2017
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My Uncensored Friendship With Words
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
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After the Fact
He rolled her up in the carpet
He tied her up real tight
He threw her into the trunk of his car
And screeched out into the night
He knows he must not draw attention
He must slow down his breath and calm
He drove around for hours
With her body in the back of his car
Delusional or clear of mind
It really didn’t matter
He was clear enough to clean up the mess
And removed all her blood he splattered
He contemplated water
He thought about the dump
He thought about a mountain top
He could make it look like she jumped
As dawn approached, a screaming light
His stomach started to rumble
So he drove her through the drive thru
And didn’t miss a beat or fumble
A steady hand held out dollar bills
But his eyes he kept downcast
Not a thought spared for his wife in the trunk
The love that didn’t last
© Kait King, 2015
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Look at me…
Look at me
waffling on
happy as a bee
Look at me
skipping through life
thinking I’m free
Look at me
that wistful child
once so wild
and now independent
and grown
Look at me
with 3 under 3
and a house I don’t
even own
Look at me
shared weekends
if we’re lucky
And I know you’ve been
sucking
someone else’s cherry
lip gloss
Look at me
bitter days
long nights
spent watching crap TV
Never to be
free – the very unhappy
divorcee
© Kait King, 2015
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A Bad Combination
That’s a bad combination
A Lover who’s a Man
It doesn’t matter, you see
’cause he’ll take it if it’s free
Yeah…that’s a bad combination
a Lover who’s a Man
© Kait King, 2015
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Creepy Creep Creeping
She didn’t want to know, y’know
She didn’t want to see
Her man had been behind her back
creepy creep creeping
Another in denial, sat
She really couldn’t believe
He really couldn’t have done that
creepy creep creeping
Your heart is not safe
it says
your children are in danger
the many you thought was ‘dad’ material
turns out to be that stranger…
creepy creep creeping
© Kait King, 2016
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Home time!
When I wake up
next to you
My heart just
wants to burst
In my sleep
I miss you
Like a screaming
blazing thirst
I drag myself
to work and back
just to see your smile
watch TV
talk a little
and make love for a while
when our rumbling
hungry stomachs
lever us out of our lovers’ nook
naked we open and close cupboards
looking for something to cook
© Kait King, 2015
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Lust to dust
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Love won’t last forever
anchored only in lust
Kisses for kisses
I forgive you your past
it’s the only way through
If you want us to last
© Kait King, 2015
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Fandamily
I knew I loved this family
from the very start
It felt like I’d always been there
and we’d never been apart
With our delicious little secrets
and our family photo art
Boisterous family dinners
and cheeky, jeering remarks
Mum’s delicious orange chicken and
her cinnamon apple tart
I knew I loved this family
from the very start
© Kait King, 2016
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Among the dead
So the understanding being
that I don’t have to explain myself
that the sky is blue
and life is just because
Now the problem being
that I don’t understand what it is
when you say what you do
when you can’t do it
But the over-lying factor
is the way in which we move
among the dead, the living
dance alone
And I ask myself the question
which life do I fit best in
while you smoke that cigarette
with a flare
© Kait King, 2015
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Gasping for Air
Love flutters
like a drowning butterfly,
swallowed up
whole –
Struggling to keep my
head above the
ripples of your heart
Yet still wanting to be
hopelessly – no,
recklessly
flung into those depths
drowning…
drowning…
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I wish I could tell her
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
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Say it – No…mean it
You say the words
I want to hear
But your actions tell me
loud and clear
that you don’t even
want me here
© Kait King, 2015
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