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Katlin Bouse Poem
Can we learn how to
express our feelings?
If you can look in my
soul deep enough,
we have a chance to
build new beginings.
I know we can do it, but
life is rough.
When I'm down, I have
lazy day in bed.
Every loss, every lie, it
hurts deeply.
Trying to do all the
math in my head;
all apologies are done
so cheaply.
Heart-ache takes
control like a disaster.
You keep sucking me in
like a black hole.
Nature takes its course
before it's better.
I am hurt clear down to
my endless soul.
I know throughout lie,
there's trials for me;
so I will find who I am,
that's the key.
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Katlin Bouse Poem
I hear emo's singing, the varied carols i hear.
Those of lonliness, each one singing sorrow as it should be announced and heard.
The cutter's singing theirs as they inspect their arm or leg.
The depressed singing theirs as they make ready for bed, or leaves off over-thinking.
The mis-taken singing what belongs to them in their mind, the heart-broken singing on the balcony.
The suicidal singing as they sit on they floor, the crying singing theirs as they scream.
The lullaby song, the emo'r on their way in the light, or at bloodless or at tranquility.
The down-graded singing of the blues, or of the young belligerent at serenity, or of the rejected or wounded.
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else.
The worries what belongs to the insecure at life, the accused of lying.
Singing with open mouths their stong melodious songs.
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Katlin Bouse Poem
oh, the Kandyman;
so bold and purE,
this lOve i feel has No
cure!
his lovely buTt i'd like
to smAck;
all big, round, and
ebonY black.
although, hE may not
know me now,
i know we'll be
together somehow.
he must accept this
love i deal,
or let it be known, i will
not heal.
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Katlin Bouse Poem
I am from misery
From hate and dis-
respect
I am from the magma
That flows deep wihin
I am from all the
drowning lies
That build up, leaving
you hopeless
Whose suffering and
dying inside
I'm from the squinting
eyes
To the hateful looks
That make you feel as if
You were a spider that
got
Squashed and twist into
the ground
With your nasty green
guts and torn legs
And I am from the
darkness that roams
earth
I am from being the
mis-understood
To being mis-placed
From the two-faced
And the criticized
I am from natural
disasters
Like earthquakes, that
leave people homeless
I am from a world of
mistakes
I'm from bein
unsatisfied
I am from the left overs
That never got picked
up
From the defiant ones
And I am from the
attitudes of Hell
To the Devil's grin
I am from a world of ****
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Katlin Bouse Poem
Life is a piece of paper.
You can take it and
make it into something
beautiful,
or can out it into a
shredder,
and get torn straight to
the soul.
You draw your own
picture
to dirct you to the right
way,
so it's not ugly in the
future.
No matter what, will
never fade away.
You can choose to write
in ink or lead,
but know whatever you
choos, all mistakes
can't be erased.
It's not what it seems to
be like they all said.
You're original, cannot
be replaced. (:
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