Kaitlin: Favorites

Sep 2014 Kaitlin

Suicide

Sep 2014 Kaitlin

Pushing Daisies

Suicide

Maybe you just can't cope,
With another scar,
Upon your heart.

Maybe you don't want him,
To take hold of,
Your everything,
With his rough and,
Clinging hands.
Intertwine himself,
Though the branches of you,
And work his way,
Every closer,
Imbedding himself,
Into your roots.

Maybe you don't want,
to get caught,
In the warm thermal winds,
And let them uplift,
Your entirety,
Dilute your sense,
Of gravity.

So, If you feel yourself falling,
Just close your eyes.

Maybe it's better you crash and burn?

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

Run my darling

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

Pushing Daisies

Run my darling

"Keep running"
He whispers,
Clinging to her,
fragile bones.

"Keep running"
He mocks her,
Footsteps echo,
Kicking stones.

"Keep running"
He chokes her,
His voice screams,
her heart moans.

"You know you'll never catch me,
But run my darling,
Run"

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

Fantastic Voyage

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

TinaMarie

Fantastic Voyage

I want to go on a journey.
     A splendid adventure.
In search of lost love
     That could have been
          But never was.

I want to wander every inch of you.
     Writing love letters across your back and chest
          With my tongue.
     Tagging your neck, arms and thighs
          With lingering kisses.

I want to travel to southern regions.
     Exploring new pathways to heaven.
Unraveling the concepts of time.
     Bringing past to present; present to future
          Making you mine.

I want to board a shuttle with you.
     Launching us beyond this world.
Suspended among the moon and stars
     Bringing the entire universe to halt
          At the very moment
               you yell out
                    my name.

©Tina Thompson

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

Chokehold

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

Pushing Daisies

Chokehold

You can't conceal,
Those darkening blemishes,
Laced upon your skin.

Where's the fabricated necklace?

Was the knot too weak, too thin?

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

Distance

Mar 2014 Kaitlin

Pushing Daisies

Distance

There's nothing left,
inside my hollow self.
You took the trust,
created distance with your fist.

There's nothing left,
Of our former wealth.
It's turned to dust,
Just like my crippled wrist.

— The End —