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

In the end

in the end

If I say that I don’t love you

will it make you stay

for another day

And if I pretend

that I really don’t care

would you want me more in the end

But the truth be told,

I cannot tell a lie

all of you just drives me

crazy

And for your love

I would surely die

Will you meet me there in the end?

© Kait King, 2015

Rage

Her internal organs

were completely shoved

out of place

You couldn’t tell

where her eyes were

on her once

normal face

Her mouth,

no teeth…

although alive,

she had only 2

Her fingernails

held DNA

Her bruises spoke

in black

and blue

There was no weapon,

no club

no knife

Just pure

Red Rage

Rage enough

to steal

a life

Her family

yes, she has one,

Will have to hear

the tragic

news

of how,

in her relationship,

she was violently

abused

The children

saw

their father

as she was

twisted

punched and

burnt

It’s said she

stayed for

the children

Now, a lesson

sadly learned

And putting to

“Rest” their

Mother’s bones

So they look ahead

“Stay positive”

“You’re not alone”

“At least you have

a roof over

your head”

and face life

in a

foster home

While wishing

they were

dead…

Kait King 2020

Break my heart, why don’t you

Break my heart

Break my heart, why don’t you

I know you didn’t choose to leave

I don’t see you anymore

and it’s hard to believe

you’re not here

with me

now

I can’t hear what you say

your words are in the way

I know what you really mean

It is me

that you

don’t want to be seen

with

Break my heart, why don’t you

you’ve not told me what I want to hear

You’ve spoken to me and for you

it’s crystal

clear

But I keep hanging on

hope makes you all mine

but somewhere in my lonely heart

I know you

will fade

in

time

© Kait King, 2016

Suicide – is it really a free ticket out?

Suicide

With a delicate stillness

and a quiet noise

with porcelain perfection

and perfect China poise

the body is supine

lying dead on the floor

supine in exsanguination

a choice to become Death’s whore

Ruby red your favourite colour

you wear it very well

although I won’t see you out much

a story we will tell

Did you get off scot-free?

Did you truly escape?

Or will you have to pay your dues

and return to this landscape…

© Kait King, 2015

At Lunch Today


At lunch today
I fell a little more
in love with you
Your smile grazes the
inside of my heart with
such passion
At lunch today
your blue eyes brighter
for seeing me
Sparkling over
sparkling water
with just a hint
of lemon
that cannot sour
our chemistry
At lunch today
while I watched you
talk
I followed your lips
watched your mouth
heard nothing
and thought just
about kissing
I love having
Lunch with you

© Kait King, 2017

My Harry – Goodbye…

I know you’re

With Mum, now

But I miss you

All the same

I miss your constant

meow

And calling out

Your name

I miss you, My Harry

Things are just

Not the same

You’re not lieing

upside down

On the driveway

Or being a

Major pain

I don’t fall over you,

Anymore

And the fridge hasn’t

Been scratched

In a week

I miss stroking

your old body

That once was young

And sleek

I miss your sweet face,

My Harry –

Your cookie-making paws

Your teapot curled

fluffy tail

And everything and more…

Kait King 20th of May 2025

In memory of one of the coolest cats I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a fraction of my lifetime with, but all of his. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I have a massive empty space I don’t know how to fill right now.

I Will Not Carve You In Stone

I trace the shape of you
with my eyes
with my hands
with my lips and tongue
I trace the shape of you
in my mind
in my heart
in my very being I let you sit
I trace the shape of you but
will not carve you in stone
The shape of you moves
the shape of you changes so
I will not carve you in stone

© Kait King, 2017

Good Poetry

good poetry

Good poetry is knowing when to stop the rhyme

Whether it’s two or two hundred

and twenty-two lines

© Kait King, 2015

Vivisanction

Perhaps stop

splicing Elephants

to Faeries

and things of such

ridiculousness

Perhaps don’t bring

the Mammoth

back to life

as tempting as

it is

to be God

Perhaps the World

is perfect

the way

She is

the way

She works

And even better

without humans

Perhaps it’s

all as it

should be…

All that it is

Kait King 21/04/2020

Anyway, Any way

Anyway Any way

I so wish

I could have

been a better mum

But he still loves me

anyway

I see the photo

next to me

Colors blue and grey

you and I

Not much to spend

but time

and he still loves me

anyway

I feel I may have

failed you in

too many ways

to count

In spite of that

you are a beautiful

soul

and you still love me,

anyway

Kait King 16/7/2018

 

 

 

Drinkies

I am not thirsty –

I am the tall glass of water.”

Kait King 19. 12. 2024

A Fair Ultimatum

If you can allow yourself
to love me baby
I’ll hold you, rock you,
Love you through every night
If you’re not scared to
show me baby
I’ll do my very best to make it
all right
But I feel you haven’t
let go baby
And it’s not really all
about me
You have to let your feelings
show baby
You have to love me or let me
be free

© Kait King, 2015

Paper Cups

” Paper is

the bottomless

cup

I can pour

myself into “

© Kait King, 2017

A quick intro to new beginnings!