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Katrina Parkinson Poem
Coddle my wounds as you once had done
So unearthly spirit, do your lips quiver the names of all you had pained hither
The wicker of my wallowing moon, do you see, so speak
If one had been held from whence my end had discovered,
From whence none shall recover,
Had you seen, so spoke, every bludgeoned apology struck parched upon your fallaced lips,
Yet none to touch, none to see,
Ever poignant word that had struck e'er so deep within me,
So see my tears, so weep upon these fears,
Had lapped upon the sand, drenched and disfigured with every clear blear of word
Had you seen, so had you spoke
Would you then succumb to every fear
Bleating upon the cognitive recognition of childhood
So hold me now
Here, as you had once done.
(without fear)
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Katrina Parkinson Poem
I am watching 3 inches off of the floor,
The man outside waits at my door
I know the screams from within the box
Howl and call upon your order upon the rocks
But I know you can hold your tongue 'till the end of the night
And I know you can wait until I seem right.
Feel your spite, wait for the burn
For we all want, we all yearn
Wait 'till the rafters waft clear air upon your neck
And slither the silver lined tears that slipped as I begged for you not to check
Went as you dreamt and I wept as my days fell to waste
In haste as the rafters breathe my name and a lack of accosted face.
Calm the wolf from within the box
As it grazes your poisonous flesh to protect my infancy from the fox
And I know its not time to let go
But the manhole beneath my feet pounds at my door, as I fall slow
The stars dont seem so far, I have found
Wait, for the words beneath the world may fall down.
This cant last for much longer, not anymore
But there's so much water pooling beneath the door
I wait for you to pick up your head from the floor
Before I fade away and fly
Further towards the future prediction of faded grave
And engraved words that spoke of one, and none that forgave.
Wait for me, wait as I wave, hold upon my lacquered oak door
And hope your unsustained kisses sing the words slipped beneath the door
In my heart I had a place for you
In my mind, I thought you knew
through and through, your fist would always break through
Before the chain of the swing broke and the manhole only grew.
The poem never ends heartfelt
We forget this flesh, blood and bone was borne to be felt
Forget this sad life, for I'll slip by silently
And we can separate separately
Before your order is recieved
And my door can recede.
Treat the right side of face, made up and out of place
Criss-cross down and turn before the water can swallow what is left of the face
Lullabies left to ripple across with words sang through a silver lined haze.
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Katrina Parkinson Poem
My mother is not a good mother
Perhaps I tried to deny such a truth at one point
Perhaps I always knew
Cruel, masochistic, benign to my every woe
I only wanted to be mothered, mother
I think I dont want a mother, anymore,
Mother?
She was never my mother
No, always but a mother to anyone else
Mother, all I wanted was to be mothered
I only wanted you to pay attention,
To my bellybutton, mother
All I wanted was a mother, mother,
Not you.
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Of then,
Smoke of a squandered summer morn
The barrel of a summer afternoon
And the spittle of the soundless shots of the stars within a summer eve
Homeless homage, tainted talent awaits to watch and berate
Wilting wonders to wound a heart the size of a horse
Hoarse to mourn the drowning drought of the mellow monnow
To drown the blessed sapphires of summer fever
With fevor and bloodied weather
And sleep on a velvet throw
Turn these demons and paralysis upon the stars
And stitch and tie and tighten
And wear aware of the consequence
And ensnare the stars aware of the darkness
Pay the fare to the ferry
And pretend not to hear the merry walks and dreary ends of life
Pretend not to tighten without the enticement of and ending life
Pretend not to sleep
Away and away and away
Further than the astral splurges of this
Life
Sleep with the intent of death
So death may bless the creaseless crown of my forehead
And sleep with his singular kiss forevermore
2//5//2025
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Katrina Parkinson Poem
Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
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Besotted, ensnared and diverged thy pupil
Dilate the ache 'pon holy gate
Sewn son to sun of love'n marred and married gait
Palpate the touch o'titular chance
Kiss'd and carresed thy senile smile
Tipped'n tallied bashful sway, to fall
Away, and away, eyes to 'ssemble
And resemble the semblance of valour and holy hour
Mine to my own, to pitiful ponder
Shone Sun to shine 'pon th'drought of moon wept wonder
Sullied sultry shout yonder, and o'er the wind swept chimes
Of chortl'd laugh, and Sun sung sonnets
T'lay a kiss t'stain, and eclipse within th'sky.
Dearest, and dire to die for, Sun of mine.
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Bloody shores of fear and ice, seldom seen
To be the stringent strangler borne of leaden blight
The barred bastard, whore of the night
Seen so the lowly leers led to fear the fall of life
Stitch of mind, sown to soiled sickly ails
Hie thee, and hail, to the tale of mind, in
Bloodily bodied names, satin faced for the dame
Paled in pallor, for the witch’s wicked hour
Within Buoyant bliss, sweetness slashed by sharpened kiss
Miss of missives, begotten the barbed sir,
“for who shall see, for who shall impede”
“th’seed’d blight o’birth shall receive, to be…”
The bane burdened to birth, borne blade bade,
Shameless flesh on whitened plane, loss of gain,
Pain of vanity, forlorn on sanity, to be,
Morose and emancipated, of eldered youth, to see,
Flesh of forborne fantasy, lay'n upon foreskin of fantasised fallacy
Blackened and drowned the breast in mulled mirage
Befallen the besotted and kissed the tendered brow
Love to leave, the missus to be missed, to the
Bow of mutilated man, and to feel
The warmth of human disease.
(is to see what is meant to be seen)
To be loved within livid leers
To be kissed within saddened tears
To fight the fall of the detestable
To fight the hind of the unmissable
To let fate take upon the shores of snow,
Is to know the end of fear, and the enticement of ice and foe.
2//4//2025
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I have condoned myself to suicide
To death
To feel acceptance, the burge of pain, enlightenment
All with immediacy
As if i was but a figment of a whorish imagination
I often find myself the stranger among the room of fallaced faces
The stranger among the few that thrive within the seeming warmth of human kindness
Albeit never from the settlement of warmth shadowed and blockaded with the grief of my own lacking position
I have no abstract line of movement
My blood shall lay upon the scythe of all apparent spectators
Belier a mirthless laugh at my own stupendous stupidity
As if a comedic moment
Be it believed all sins shall cower within swinish torrents of bloodily bodied liquids
My means of memory, a mere settlement of who i had once recounted
But a passing star within the leavening eye of all worthy to unworthiness, writhing within the clouded dust of saddened gloom
A star to befall the reputation strung by a mere trapezing wire
Mirthless, as mirthlessness shall soundly recede
Be it the bodice held within, the sacrificial lamb pungent with the blackest bile poignant within sorrowful sunlight
This one shall hold, dally a dogmatic dance upon the cherubim meadows
Be it, be it by this apparency of a death to be, shall concede
Be it, to be still the meadows' sleepless waters, a hind to be distinct
Led the dearest hatchet to sombre sleep, as all shall be it buried
Born a barred bastard to be slain and scandalous
Let it be the gore of ghoul to lay placid, unminding, the gall of all surrendered to swim within the waters of despair
Be it, as all shall stay, i do but bid the season's shallow greeting, by the morrow's meaningless adieu
A fallen farewell of my own, do pay the sun wilting fare, fictitious as the repetitive face may appear
My appetite for soundless life has departed
As my sultry dance burnt anew, shall depart by the wallowing song, of all apart of it.
Thus thou shall sleep no more...
27//1//2025
23:07
Tally-ho! Forever the foe.
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Fall'n into the sear
In my stead, a curse to hither
'til my bones, my flesh shall disappear
Canst thou nought raise a blade of sweetened fear
A bane to a burdened forest
Heal him down a bow, to a tyrant's ear
Petty face of the fog
Thou daren't drown a kiss of mist
Lest there be to famine's cleanst
Thy pouring fiend
O'er harness upon back
Thou mar in callst a blade
Palter within us a hark
Thou surely shalln't fight with thee
"Here may thou seek a tyrant"
Thou oppos'd dammn'd behold a kiss'd cry,
Ultimately ripp'd
Or none hast that be.
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Our words hushed within the requiem of dusk
Within sorrowful nights come wistful days
And o'er the saints and their haunting gaze
A shade, one more
A day foretold
My heart at peace, at tender brow
What's dark and bright
Comes day and night
The morning dew mellows
At the barron's implore.
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