The Hidden Object Blame

hidden object blame

Is there really a light

at the end of some tunnel

Have I lost the map

Did I throw it away

dirty and crumpled?

Have I lost my way

taken a wrong turn

can’t see the light

from the candles burned?

Is it that I’m blind

even though I enjoy vision

For looking I can’t see

and so much still

remains hidden

© Kait King, 2015

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Only Sometimes…

onlysumtimesSometimes I pull my jersey up over my head

or just want to stay curled up in my too big bed

I just want and wish everything to go away

I feel numb, time is timeless and I don’t know what to say

Sometimes it makes me feel like I’m only ten

and I’m playing hide ‘n’ seek again

Sometimes I want to curl into a ball

and say good bye to it all

Sometimes I don’t know if I have the energy to breathe

let alone anything else life has up it’s sleeve

Sometimes I wonder what a life would be like

if I could be set free without string and fly like a kite

Sometimes I doubt what lies in front of me

I try not too look to far ahead as I might not like what I see

© Kait King, 2015

The Velvet Darkness

velvet darkness

A velvet darkness

swallows me whole

squashing my air out

taking it’s toll

and all I want

is to breathe again

to run and laugh

with no restraints

The lost and forgotten

never truly gone

hanging on to your spirit

in some shape or form

But the velvet sleep

has a warming charm

as the comfort of death

it means you no harm

Succumb as you must

to it’s deathly grip

For you are the captain

and must go down with your ship

© Kait King, 2015

You should be an actress!

You should be an actress

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

What’s wrong with you

mary bell

Mary Bell what the hell

at ten was inside your head?

To choke a little boy of 3

until he’s stone cold dead

And then to carve your name in him

the initials MB in his chest

Did you want everyone to know

that this work was your best?

I know your mother was a prostitute

and she did terrible things to you

And is she the one responsible

for making you into you?

Others have an even sadder tale

and are left with deep scars too

but others haven’t needed to kill

or do the things you do.

© Kait King, 2015