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
mind
Glazed and confused
They’re staring at me
those doughnut holes
the sprinkles and
that fucking maple syrup glaze
Those different flavoured
cream-filled ones
screaming out my name
They ooze confidence
knowing my desire
my taste buds inflamed
those gooey pink shades
that sticky chocolate shine
that fucking maple syrup glaze
I can’t make up my mind
© Kait King, 2015
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
Andy’s Addiction
Andy has a problem
he doesn’t know what to do
there’s a monkey glued to his back
and it’s really chewing through
his heart,
his bank account,
his tired soul.
Andy has a problem
he doesn’t know how to say
that he doesn’t want to be here
not for another single day
of hurt,
of frustration,
in an angered mind.
Andy knows this problem
he knows what he should do
but it wraps him up and chokes him
and he can’t see his way through
another single day
with no way
to feel.
Andy can’t reach out for help
that would just mean pain
How can he reach out for help
when his hand is trapped
by shame
and addiction
and fear.
© Kait King, 2015
Cloudy days ahead
So my life goes on
without you
every day I
feel the pain
sleeping in our bed
without you
sunshine just
turned to rain
In your world
do I take up space?
Am I somewhere
in your mind?
Have I got a
special place
even though you
left me behind?
© Kait King, 2015
A Seeker
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here alone
I don’t want to be here alone in my empty zone
I want to love
I want to love again
I want to love again and be free of all this pain
I can’t do it
I can’t just let it go
I can’t just let it go and pretend I didn’t know
My soul aches
My soul and my heart ache badly
They ache for man’s cruel inhumanity
I’m a seeker
I’m a seeker of love, peace and harmony
I’m a seeker – please tell me you’ll follow me
© Kait King, 2015
Dark Man
What cruel god
sent you to me
dark hair
dark eyes
dark soul
What fallen angel
turned on me
bitter anger
bitter words
bitter mind
What desperado
begged to be
the embittered mind
and darkened soul
in me
© Kait King, 2015
Lyrics to Something and Nothing
There’s nothing like a tall glass of water
Nothing like a clear day
Nothing like your lovemaking
Like the dream I have when I always get my way
Something like the way you love me
Something like a summer day
Something like the way I crave you
Something always seems to get in the way
Ch: You do – something crazy to my heart and to my mind x 3
Verse 2
Nothing like the way you hold me when
It’s a cold rainy night
It’s nothing like the way you scare me
I wanna run – don’t wanna fight
It’s nothing like the way you tell me
That you love me when you want me
And I want you too
It’s nothing like the way you tell me
That you need me when you want me
And I just wanna be with you
Ch: You do – something crazy to my heart and to my mind x 3
Verse 3
It’s nothing like the way you find me
When I need you so bad
Something like the way you see me
Put a smile on my face
When I’m feelin’ sad
Nothing like the way I know you
When you don’t want me to see you, but I can see right through
Something like when we’re together
Something that feels so very true
Ch: Cos you do – something crazy to my heart and to my mind x 3
© Kait King, 2015
When I Write
When I write
every word is like
a finely crafted feather
particles of a winged voice
To uplift imagination
poor soothe upon torment
A flight path
mind’s destination to dream
picture perfect characters
who they are
where they belong
where you fit in
Nestled tight
keep out cold
turn against the winds of ice
water falling crashing calling
the feather nestled tight
let your imagination take flight
with these words I write
© Kait King, 2015
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