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Katy C Poem
How I wish
I could go back
To when I didn't
Have a care in the world.
I wish for the days
I spent running
Barefoot in the grass
Laughing in the summer
And eating icy cold popsicles.
I want to be free again,
To not have to think
To go and do as I please,
Ride a bike
As fast
And as far as I can,
Or swim
In freezing cold waters,
My cheeks turning purple,
My lips tasting salty.
I wish to sit on a hill
With my childhood friends,
And eat cherries by the bag
And draw on the sidewalk
With an ice cube.
How I long to relive my memories,
How I long to be young again
A carefree kid, in the hot Augusts of summer.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2011
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Katy C Poem
Don't cry,
It won't do any good.
Stop thinking of him,
The pain will only get worse.
Try not to remember,
You'll only hurt more.
Don't think of the way your hand fit into his perfectly,
Don't remember the way his eyes twinkled when he was happy.
Forget how he would get angry at whoever made you cry,
Forget his awesome smile, his warm hugs.
Shy away from his name,
Push him into the depths of your mind.
Move on, stop wallowing in self-pity.
It's not like you were going to be together forever.
Even if you thought you would be
Just forget all the days you spent together,
The amazing dates you had not so long ago.
Face it; he's not coming back.
Stand up straight, and walk forward.
Be brave.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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Katy C Poem
I see your face
in the car passing by
But you are gone
before I can stare at it.
I hear your voice
in the middle of a crowd
But it blends in
before I can place it.
I taste your lips
on mine
But the taste is gone
before I can savor it.
I smell your cologne
in the air
But it drifts away
before I truly catch the scent.
Why are you everywhere I am not?
Why are you gone before I reach you?
Why are you trying to tell me something--
What are you trying to tell me?
STOP.
I know
what you are trying to tell me.
And I see
that you don't want me.
So I will go,
without a fight
My love.
But do not be surprised
when the last thing you hear me say
is
I love you.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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Katy C Poem
Someone once told me that
If I can feel the words on the page
In my heart, then I am
A true writer.
But if I am so great a writer,
What is the cause
For the writer's block
I sometimes get?
Or the poems that I write
That are extremely long,
But don't amount to anything?
Why do I sit down sometimes
To write, scribble out random words,
And crumple my paper up in frustration?
What makes my pencil
Refuse to spit out bright ideas
And brilliant words?
And why--how-- do poems bring me
Such pleasure,
When all they are
Are words on a page?
And if they are just words on a page,
Why are they so greatly appreciated?
Answer me that, and you will be
A true genius.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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Katy C Poem
“Dance with me” he says.
She takes his hand
And follows him
To the middle of the dance floor.
He brings her closer to him,
Her arms wrap around his neck,
His hands upon her waist.
She lays her head on his shoulder
And sighs a small sigh of contentment.
As she inhales she smells his cologne,
And smiles; he smells so good.
They hold each other
And twirl in circles while the song plays
And when the song ends,
She longs for more.
*Please note:*
This poem is different from my poem The Dance. This poem was written about me and my
boyfriend at prom, while the other was based off of the 1980s movie Dirty Dancing.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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Katy C Poem
You wanna know why I read?
I read because books are my escape.
I read because the friends I have in books are so much truer than the friends I have in real life.
I read because in books I am as breathtakingly beautiful as the heroine in the story and not a one-hundred-thirty-three pound white girl with a black girl’s ass.
I read because the stories are either so good, I can try to wish myself into them
Or they’re so horrid they make my life look like a fairytale.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because the parents in books don’t yell at me for failing a test that I stayed up until 1 in the morning studying for
Or tell me I’m getting cellulite when its clear that I already hate the way I look.
I read because the little brothers and little sisters in books are adorably hilarious where mine are annoyingly bothersome.
I read because when my nose is in a good book, my mind is where that book is, not in the reality that is my life.
I read because the boys in books are more kind to me than the boys in my classes at school.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because I love to read.
But you wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because reading is shameful in the world I live in.
I don’t read because reading is something tedious, a chore you do simply to make the grade in English.
I don’t read because the stories in books remind me just how much my life sucks.
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every page I turn is another homework assignment not turned in, another failing grade to show my parents.
I don’t read because every time I read I want a snack to munch on, and every time that snack is a chocolate bar I think to myself “You fat, ugly girl, you don’t need that chocolate, you know what they say: a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips.”
I don’t read because what boy wants a girl whose prince charming is not ever going to show up on her front porch with a dozen roses and a devastatingly handsome smile?
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every time I finish a book that was a new obsession, I have to find one just like it and there never is one.
I don’t read because when the hero dies, so does a piece of my heart.
I don’t read because every book I read just reminds me that I’m the freak brainiac of my class, and that’s all anyone sees when they look at me.
I don’t read because the perfect characters in books make me hate my imperfect self.
I don’t read because I hate to read.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2012
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Katy C Poem
I'm painting pictures in my head
Of the two of us
When we were happy,
When we laughed together,
When everything was good.
I'm painting pictures in my head
Of the two of us
When we danced,
When We hugged,
When your hand was in mine.
I'm painting pictures in my head
Of the two of us
When you were mine,
When I was yours,
When we belonged together.
I'm painting pictures in my head
Of the two of us
When we texted each other smiley faces,
When I laid my head upon your shoulder,
When you still loved me.
I'm painting pictures in my head
Of the two of us
And I hope I never run out of paint.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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Katy C Poem
I see a first-time daddy holding his son’s tiny hand for the first time.
I can see a baby, creating his first soft, fragile memory in a smiling hospital bed.
I hear the constant, high-pitched beep-beep-beep-beep coming from the rigid, gray monitors
in the corner.
I can hear the sighs coming from adoring hospital staff and beloved family members.
I taste the scent of sterile materials in the cold delivery room, a freezing sensation, like
breathing in through your mouth on a cold, snow-covered day.
I can taste an exceptionally faint, bitter cloud of anesthesia still in the air from its last use.
I touch the smooth black button of my Nikon camera as I preserve another moment in this
baby’s life.
I can touch the soft, pastel-colored sheets on the hospital bed next to the new mother.
I smell the various medicines and painkillers sitting on the counter next to the stainless steel
sink.
I can smell the sharp, tangy aroma of the slippery Germ-X the doctor is applying to his
hands.
I am feeling peaceful, overjoyed that I am standing here to witness one of life’s few
miracles, and the addition of another beautiful life in this world, in this one minute.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2009
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Katy C Poem
I almost couldn't believe it
When I heard the words you spoke
Because I didn't want to.
I didn't want to admit
That you were really letting me go,
Like a leaf on a windy day
To travel alone
Somewhere without you.
I almost couldn't believe it
When I called myself "single",
Because after us,
"Single" means "alone".
Yes, I might have my friends
And my family to back me up,
But that's not the love I want.
I almost couldn't believe it
When I walked away from you
And let the tears flow
Down my cheeks unwillingly.
I almost couldn't believe it
When I heard the words you spoke
Because I didn't want to.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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Katy C Poem
I am standing here
In the middle of the road
Watching the spot where you disappeared
Watching the spot where you aren't anymore.
I am standing here
In the middle of the road
Listening to your voice echo in my head
Listening to a voice I won't hear anymore.
I am standing here
In the middle of the road
Touching the spot on my cheek you used to kiss
Touching the spot on my cheek that won't be kissed anymore.
I am standing here
In the middle of the road
Remembering the memories we shared
The memories that won't have brothers and sisters anymore.
I am standing here
In the middle of the road
Alone.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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