Kick-start

kickstart

Thunder claps slap me in my stomach and heart

the sound so loud I can feel it’s power to my core

the rain is disjointed, fragmented and like nails

brittle, metallic, piercing upon my tin roof

cold drapes her cape and darkness is too early

Winters’ chilly breathe clings to me and all else

with crispy grass and black icy roads

time hibernates,

in a torpor while waiting for

the kick-start of Spring

Iron grey afternoons, misty mornings and

chilly bedsheets

embrace every day with a choking chilliness

a resistant prisoner I will wait

as a hibernating bear or a frozen tundra

stillness and a rigor about me will be chipped away

with every day of Spring

as I am hurtled with a kick-start

back into a living thing

Nowhere

Trapped Screaming Face

I’m screaming

your name

and it just drops

into

nowhere

© Kait King, 2015

Lyrics to Does me good in my Soul

CH: I know what I have
and I know what I want
What I can’t figure out
is what it is that I don’t
Verse 1: I don’t have to take
their crap
and all that yakkity-yak
that does me no good
in my Soul
Verse 2: I’ve walked down
that track
And I have always
looked back
but that does me no good
in my Soul
Verse 3: ‘Cause I’ve cried
nearly every day
And that’s not just something
I’d say
’cause it does me no good
in my Soul
Verse 4: But then I look
at you
And I know a Love
so true
and that does the World of Good
in my Soul
© Kait King, 2016

When

driven cat

“When you’re driven – you get places.”

© Kait King, 2015

Your Old Sweaty Shirt

That’s the last thing you wore

that held your warm body close

It was the last thing before

your heart and pressure slowed

A cloth got to finally hold you

something I never got to do

People say that it was better that way

But I don’t know if that’s quite true

I hold your once sweaty t-shirt

drenched now with my own tears

and try to inhale what’s left of you

As it fades from all the years

© Kait King, 2015

Loss/values

People experience loss in very different ways. People experience what they value differently too. Depending on what you are taught to value, is how you will experience that loss. If, when growing up, you are taught the difference between giving, taking and sharing we form a basis for understanding value. If you are taught to value money and possessions, that these things make you the person you are, things define you. What if you go bankrupt and lose everything – will you commit suicide? Money and success has represented you and your life.

But if money was not the valued commodity and family was – if you lost everything materialistic, wouldn’t your family or friends have the most important value to you, not your image of success? Family and friends are there when nothing and nobody else is…

How do you define yourself? What is really important to you? How do you represent yourself in the world?

Just food for thought….

I can’t help it

Lonely words

on a hungry page

I see you through

a love-drenched haze

I’ll make it through

the crying days

I can’t help it that I love you

Bleeding heart

in a tortured mind

I never thought

You could be unkind

But I ll make it through

the hurting time

I can’t help it that I love you

© Kait King, 2015

Bully

The words that fall

off your fingers

as you tip tap text

to me

are untrue, hurtful

and dangerous

You’re acting like

a bully

I don’t want to do that

but you threaten

me with this

You lied and said

I fucked him

when it was just a kiss

Why are you so

mean to me

What makes it ok

that you and

your so-called friends

hang me

and then

watch me sway

I couldn’t find anyone

I felt I could talk to

See everyone thought

it was true

But now I’m not here

any more –

I hope that’s better

for you…

© Kait King, 2015

tattoo you

my scars inside

and out

are my permanent ink

my life story

my art

© Kait King, 2015

Being the Ogre

being the_Ogre

You promise

you’ll be home tonight

to kiss the kids and

hold me tight

You tell me it won’t be

the same

until it happens

once again

You say I am

the only one

and what’s been done

can’t be undone

I stay quietly alone

all through the day

watching our kids

grow and play

and when the door opens

later at night

they think you’re home,

that they are all right

But bedtime comes

and they can’t wait up

I am the ogre who’s

taken their pup

Little do they know

you don’t give a damn

Fathers’ like you

shouldn’t be called men

© Kait King, 2015

Please Don’t…

please don't

Please don’t make me

feel stupid

for cherishing you

Don’t laugh

at my love

I don’t know what else

to do

Although I guess

it’s pretty clear

that I’m not the one

for you

© Kait King, 2015

☆WTF!??? I’m just so disappointed…I loveD Ellen deGeneres (Ellen theGenerous)

ellen degeneres

Ellen deGeneres

I feel like you’re one of us

When I see you on TV

I really feel you’re talking to me

And you say life is

not easy

when yours just seems

so breezy

and It’s not money that plays that part

but the love

beating in your heart

UPDATE: Was I so so wrong….💔

© Kait King, 2015

My Joy

My joy

your face

My life

misplaced

My breath

filling space

Alive,

still

© Kait King, 2015

Cataclysmically Incorrect

If I win

I will have won this

fair and square

If I lose

I will have lost this

and won’t have to care

about you

or your new girlfriend

If I’m wrong

I will be cataclysmically incorrect

I will owe on every bet

and beg you to forget her

and her endless bank account

legs and youth

If you could just be brave

and tell the truth

But I see you squirming

awkward in your plush car seat

I can see the worm –

it’s turning

Now it’s with me

you cheat…

© Kait King, 2015

The Neighbourhood

In the neighbourhood
it’s not so good
people get hurt
nearly every day
And even if you knew
who did it
you could never say
In the neighbourhood
it’s not so good
that’s where the body lay
Where his Mama cried
where others had died
And all the community
could do
was pray
© Kait King, 2015

iPad or iCare?

ipad icare

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

Changeling

Changeling

With a chattering

anxiety

A rattle pill-filled

state

the brain-numbing

chemicals

change the look

on

my face

That’s just

on the

outside

inside

it gets bad

Outside

is just a

cosmetic push

Inside –

you can’t change

sad…

© Kait King, 2016

X Marks the Spot

What my pen is to paper

my heart is to mind

My pen carves a life

across pages of time

White paper speaks purity

a story untold

the cursor marks the spot

start writing,

Be bold

Kait King 2015

I Just Wanted

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

Why

Nobody knows me

better than me

Nobody knows better

what will set me free

Nobody knows

what I need better

So why can’t I give it

to me?

© Kait King, 2015

Music Love

Music to my ears
bouncing round my soul
shining through my eyes
making me feel full
precious stones of a polished melody
the funky bass is outta sight
pulling strings in harmony
the drums all sittin’ tight
the words are lazy, cruisey, bluesy
summer feeling
stealing through
the music drifting, holding
lifting
Music Love is true
my Music Love is true…
© Kait King, 2015

Only Sometimes…

Sometimes 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 too far ahead
as I might not like
what I see

© Kait King, 2015

Autumn Shuffle

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The smell in the air

has changed –

it’s more crisp

it’s more clear

but the sun steps up the day

still grateful when a breeze will play

with your hair

on your skin

the rays tan

a tanned shin

And evening strolls in with a quiet surprise

promising a summer’s eve but making it a lie

There’s still green in abundance

but a yellow starts to show

on the leaves further down

on the branches hanging low

And I wrap my blankets closer

as night saunters in

But I glow warmly in the dark –

it’s the sunburn on my shin

© Kait King, 2016

The Writers’ Blogk: Observation 3

  1. If you are unable to move your perception around, then you may only be able to write one-dimensionally.

A Mantra for those Suffering from Violence

a-nz-highest-rate of violence

You will never

have power over me

You’ve taken everything

that you can see

but you will never

have power over me

You will never

have my mind

You’ve beaten me black

held me behind

But I promise, you will never

have my mind

You will never

have my soul

You tell me I’m ugly

stupid and old

But I swear, you will never

have my soul

© Kait King, 2016

Who are we to Judge?

Who are we to judge

I have a secret

I will never tell

‘cos I think it will send me

straight to burn in Hell

Not by some god or

our changing Universe

but simply by Earths’ humans

the Worlds’ damning curse

Judgemental, judging

limited in their view

I must be of some demon

if I don’t see it like they do

© Kait King, 2015

Crystal Meth-I-Didn’t-Mean (Methamphetamine)

Crystal Meth

An addicts’ breath

Inhales a

smoky dream

In reality

You’re never free

Just a brains’

endless scream

Crystal Meth

Talk in depth

Required by any means

Close to death

That last crystal breath

It’s not as great as it seems

Crystal Meth

Families bereft

Bury a loved one, crying

Cold caress

This Crystal Meth

And our children

keep on dying

© Kait King, 2016

Be Careful What You Wish For

She gazes across
an icy panacea
The kestrel above
calls when he sees her
The sun, though present,
is fractionated
It’s warmth not worth
being appreciated
A tumble of Schnauzers
race to greet her
A ten out of ten
on the Cute-O-Meter
Gazing liquid eyes
desperate to be touched
It was nobodys’ wonder why
she loved them so much
Their little furry faces
had such a lot to say
She couldn’t imagine being
without them
every single day
Although things weren’t perfect
in a very imperfect life
And she would have no more children
and may never be a wife
But the beauty all around her
and the freedom that she loved
Was all that she had asked for
from the Universe above

© Kait King, 2015

What is it

imagesseductive cat

What do we want

from each other

what do we hope

to discover?

Are you a friend…

or my lover?

© Kait King, 2015

You know you know…..

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

In spite of

I don’t believe
you have nothing to say
that you don’t want to stand up
and shout
“don’t treat me that way”
I don’t believe
you can keep quiet
for very much longer
the hate in you grows stronger
even though you deny it
it kills you every day
I don’t believe
there is happiness in you
that you skip through every day
that your glasses are a rose-colored hue
that you are not reliant in almost every way
but that’s just not true
You drag yourself through every day
knowing that he will
punch you
humiliate you
control you
and you want to kill him
for killing you –
you try to think of another way
but nothing else will do
you have no money, no car or hope
this mean,
ugly-spirited human
says you can’t cope
in the real world
But you know that’s not true –
right?

© Kait King, 2015

Does it Sting? – aka Pointless

skeletal mona lisa

Does it sting?

Can you feel

my hate

my anger

blistering at you?

Inflamed and furious

that not even the

Herculean strength of my own

sanity will tie it down

My bitterness seeps out

of my pores

leaving a trail of

achingly sad tearful

nights and aimless lonely

days

Does it sting?

Can you feel me

loathing you from afar?

My hate for you is so

giant – it has to be visible

surely you can feel this

surely you know I am hating you

betrayed by you, unforgiving

of you – surely….

What do you mean, he’s got another girlfriend?

© Kait King, 2015

The Distance

The distance

between us

has run away

from me

Not even a little

puff of dust

did I get

to see

As the width,

the height,

the breadth,

the length –

Any kind of measure

you care

As it doesn’t

really matter

It only measures

the love

that’s not here

© Kait King, 2015

For Anyone’s Peace of Mind

To a Child

Every time you leave, or I am leaving you, or stepping onto a plane or into a car, – basically every time we part, I wish the last words you hear from me to be: “I love you”. Because maybe one day they will be the last words you will hear from me and I want you to know how well you were loved, by me.

From a Mother

Kidnapped

kidnapped

You’re bundled

into a car

you don’t know

where you are

You can hear the

indicator blinking

And it triggers your

panicky thinking

You try to count wildly

at something

Knowing ultimately

that this isn’t helping

trying to remember

the twists and bends

Wondering how on Earth

will this all end

© Kait King, 2015

Do the Right Thing

do the right thing

I saw a man dragging a puppy

that didn’t want to go

And everyone else in the street didn’t want to know

“Don’t get involved!” said a nervous Mr Hay

And he crossed over the street

to walk the other way!

I saw a brother pinch his little sister

on her tiny arm

How could anyone want to do

another body harm?

“Don’t get involved!” said a spiteful Miss Melissa

She won’t play with me at school

and is meaner than her sister

I saw a man shout

and push a woman to the ground

She bowed her head and was crying

but you couldn’t hear a sound

“Don’t get involved!” said a crabby Mrs Mend

And I wondered for over a month

if that poor woman had a friend

But now I’m older and I know better

I want to pass this message on

If there’s a body in need

you must always take heed

Because nobody wants to go through it

alone

© Kait King, 2015

Where again?

Where on Earth

can ou be?

If you’re not here on Earth

with me?

© Kait King, 2016

Sexy Siren

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

Living in a Dream

Living in a Dream

I feel the sadness

in each new day

I see more of you

when less will stay

What can I say

to feel what you feel

for,

I live in a dream

I must face what is real

© Kait King, 2015

My Dancing Feat

My dancing feat

There were just

too many

in this crazy crowd

Crushing in on

me

So I’m unable to

shout out loud

It was just

way too

noisy

in that clamouring

sweaty swarm

Body smells too

pungent

The air I breathe in

is warm

The darkness

has a dampness,

a claustrophobic clamp

The lighting bulbous

and hypnotic –

like a giant lava lamp

A pulse

united in

a passionate beat

And ignoring all

the warning signs,

I’m led by my dancing feet

© Kait King, 2016