Kate - Hello Poetry

Kate Apr 26

Staring at him is a pastime.
The slightest lines around his lips, proclaiming that smiles weren’t impervious to him.
The way sunlight danced around with rays of happiness on his golden, golden, golden hair.
His brows, relaxed— never pulled taught like the trigger of a gun.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 fingers wrapped around my mind.
His breath— steady, warm.
Brushing against my skin with whispers of everlasting love.
Counting his individual lashes separately.
Several glints in his deep eyes, myself reflected within.
Two forests hidden by glass cages we call eyes.
I’d like, I think, to see the world through his perspective.

Kate Apr 23

hunger.

I will never know hunger as they do.
That searing pain, so earth-shattering, you’d **** a thousand men for a plate of food sitting at the end of a hall.
Holding your own abdomen down to block out the feeling as you try and rest your eyes at night.
That desperation— that could tear limbs off of innocent children.
But how could I know?
I’ve never stepped foot in that desperation.
I’ve never had to wonder when my next meal would be, if I’d even eat that day, or the next.
An abundance of life in this world, and yet some don’t even have the liberty to feed themselves.
A feeling that is too guilty to think about.

Apr 21

Immortality

Fool or Lover

And at last—
the candle realized
it had burnt
by the thread,
it had kept safe
inside its heart.

But even in death,
as it watched the thread
burn along—
longed to protect it.

well, the candle was either the greatest fool or the truest lover

#life #death #memory #hidden #candle #thread #heart #end #deceive #heartbroken

Apr 21

McKenna Christine

I’ve been lost here.

If someone asked where i lived id say within the space that forms right before you deeply smile.
i’d tell them it’s a dangerous, deceptive driveway.
i’d tell them coming out of town, it’s a right down everything avenue. Then, a hard left about half a mile into the woods, you’ll know you’re there when you reach absolutely nothing. at. all.

Kate Apr 21

birthdays

It is my birthday today, 4/21.
And I dread it every year—somehow, I wish for time to move swiftly, but when it does, I despise the coldness of it.
I loathe knowing that I’m getting older, that times are changing.
That I won’t be the same person I was last week, and I won’t be the same person I was five seconds ago.
And you won’t be either.
We’ve known forward, we’ve known backward—but what of now?
Of our propelling into it, hoping we’d maybe, just maybe, make it out just right on the other side?
Blindly balancing on a beam, a blindfold covering our terrified eyes—our hands outstretched into the hope we hold so close in our hearts.
That hope that the uncertainty of tomorrow will surmount to the greatness we thought our future would be.
But then again, a birthday is just another day, isn’t it?

Here’s to becoming sixteen—and leaving fifteen far, far behind.

Apr 20

Whitewidowhaze

Be ready

Be ready to say "goodbye"
When you have the guts to say "hello"

Interpolation of all the hello and goodbye poems

Kate Apr 16

To Have Been: What an Honor

To have been anything at all, what a strange honor.
To have seen and felt.
To have heard the three words of “I love you” whispered in my ear at night.
To have felt the soft blades of grass grazing my skin in the hot summer sun.
To gaze up upon the stars, and wish on the falling ones.
To have seen love, loss, and longing.
To have heard the waves splashing upon the shore— a hymn of peace.
To have been anything at all.
It was an honor.