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 Oct 2015 Kate MacDonald
Destre'
I read so much of some peoples work
I go to their profile and just scroll down
Reading up from wherever I land
I'm interested, intrigued, indefinitely
I can always find something to consume my mind
For minutes
For hours
For days at a time
Filling my thoughts with questions and worries, of "what ifs"
With contemplation, I read every word, with some, I memorize every line
If asked I'm sure I could recite ones poem or two
I'm never sure what to do when ones work leaves me reeling, wondering
wondering about them
wondering about who they are and what inspires them
About what they know, of what they might have been through
maybe that's a little intrusive?
But knowing Ill most likely never know the answers
I've become okay with just wondering, pondering, the possible "what ifs" and "how's"
It's become a hobby, more of a habit, really, when happening upon something amazing
I read it again and again
until its stuck in my head
like a song with a catchy tune stuck on repeat
I don't mind
but it does make me think
I wonder if people find it odd when they get the notification that i just like something of theirs from 2 or 3 years ago..
 Oct 2015 Kate MacDonald
Karan
10w
 Oct 2015 Kate MacDonald
Karan
10w
After losing a million Tears,
We only learn to smile
./.
In a cigarette smile, I'll lead you out
in light
Until
remnants of your sweet fabrications
twirl away

Don't remain unsatisfied, a world we could be inside
turned
grey
I mean i wrote this in a bathroom stall 9/29/15
 Sep 2015 Kate MacDonald
IrieSide
Those who dare to see
that beauty
is not rooted in conformity
I was *mending myself when I talked to you
I was *mending myself as I opened up to you
I was *mending myself when I let you kiss me
I was *mending myself when I let you take my clothes off
I was *mending when I let you see every inch of my untouched body
I was *mending myself when I let you have me completely
I was *mending myself when I let you be the center of my universe
run
I run
I run not to exercise
nor to lose weight
I don't run for fun


I like the burning in my lung
It reminds me that I'm still young

It reminds me that I'm still alive
and that i'm stronger then i think

so all i do is run
i love and hate running :p
"That's the problem with relationships. You change the other person."
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