Katlyn Orthman

Katlyn Orthman Dec 2013

******

Stare at the evidence,
that weapon you used to **** her.
The blood that stains the carpet,
the frantic smears of tears and fear.

Does it shame you,
knowing what you've done?
Are you guilty,
of what you've become.

Head lowered, eyes cast to the floor,
walking through all of these doors.
You can't look me in the eye,
or tell me why.

But you took her life,
with a dull jagged edge knife.
Buried in her flesh over again,
as she wailed for it to end.

You slung her up and tossed her down,
sealed the deal as you watched her drown.
Dusted off your hands and turned away,
did you think about the life you decided to take?

Katlyn Orthman Dec 2013

Angel of Mine

The fog clears,
and you're standing there.
Wings spread out around you,
in your angelic beauty.

Your black hair is like oil in water,
against the ****** white of your wings.
They hover in the cool air above,
and your eyes, electric blue, pierce my own.

Never in my life had I felt so safe,
and yet know I was in terrible danger as well.
Danger of walking grounds
I had long ago taped shut with caution.

You were made up of every fantasy that lie beneath,
and yet I could feel that you were every fear as well.
The only question in my mind is,
are you my angel from heaven or from hell?

Katlyn Orthman Dec 2013

Famous Monster

I was falling in love with you,
the way so many people foolishly do.
I felt something inside again,
and I left myself unguarded and open.
I left the shell I called my home
and then your broke me and I was alone

I was empty, just stared at the walls,
It was then I watched them crumble and fall.
I wasn't angry no, not at all
I didn't feel anything as I stumbled through the halls.

It was a pain that I can't explain,
it was something worse than pain.
Something that digs in deep,
and takes your heart for keeps.

I closed the door.
Slid to the floor,
and wished for death once more.

It's a never ending cycle of pain,
if only I had the restrain,
not to go back again
but in the end

*I always do.

Katlyn Orthman Dec 2013

Dear Friend Misery

Break me to nothing,
Burn me to ash
Cut me to pieces
Leave me for dead

I'll rise alive instead

Hit me and bruise me
Love me and leave me
Fill me then drain me
Take away my home

I'll live inside all alone

Give me a name then take it away
Give me hope then don't let me stay
Give me religion and tell me not to pray
Hold out your hand for me to take

Then burn me alive, left dead at the stake

I'll save myself
From the misery

Katlyn Orthman Dec 2013

The Wild

I want to join the wilderness
where the trees watch but don't talk back,
where the water shows your reflection,
but doesn't point back and laugh.

I want to join the free
where the hills are at your mercy,
where the wind encases you,
but doesn't knock you down.

I want to join the primal,
where you can be what you want to be,
where the night can be your guide,
and the forest can be your sea.

I want to be anywhere but here,
the place you can't see clear,
through the abundant amount of tears,
that fall without my say.

I want to slither into the dark,
where no one will find me,
and I don't have to be
the perfect everyone wants to see.

Katlyn Orthman Dec 2013

Ghost of McBeck

Click, Clack
Click, Clack
Footsteps echo

Darkness fleets
within the corners

Shiver, shake
turn and look

No ones there

Click, Clack
Shiver, Shake

Finger tips graze skin,
Paranoia within?

One step, One chill
One fear, One thrill

A shrill screech

A thunderclap in the distance

The lights flicker, flicker

Then go out

Breathe in fast

Breathe out slow

Heart beats a tattoo

Fingers clamped tightly together

Look left

Look right

No one in sight

"Your soul belongs to me,"

A whispered promise

Unwilling fear swelling into terror

Click, Clack, Click, Clack!

Footsteps faster against the floor

Where is the door?

Don't know anymore

Clap, Clap!

Lightning roars

The bolts shine through the windows

"You're mine!"

They scream

A frightened shrill erupts from clogged lungs

Cold clammy hands

Wrapped around a pale and creamy neck

This is the ghost of McBeck

First time I've ever written anything like this, is it any good?

Katlyn Orthman Dec 2013

What Is Living?

What is life?
What defines living?
Is it the labored breaths,
that fill weak lungs?
Or is it the rush,
that fills frozen viens?
Is it the feeling of love,
or the feeling of pain?
Is it the swish of long hair,
or the curve of small hips?
Is it soft skin,
or soft lips?
Is it what we wear?
Or how we talk?
Is it who we are,
or how we walk?
Tell me because I'm unsure,
do we really know the answer,
to what defines anything anymore?