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Fate Is Like A Raindrop by KatieTheKat, literature

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Fate Is Like A Raindrop

Fate is like a raindrop that struck the top of the Empire State Building. No one was there to see it. No one heard it, but it happened. Fate is like a warning shot that really isn’t a warning but a death toll screaming for a Latino’s back as he just tries to escape the pressing hate of a country that said “Welcome” with “Bienvenidos” right next to it. My country. Land of the free. Stuck in a box of labels and red tape that only the rich have the golden scissors to cut and am I one to talk? Born on predestined terms and prerequisites that if I did not match the paper cut out doll….I was tossed o

Comfortable by KatieTheKat, literature

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Comfortable

I inhaled. His breath entered. Leaving shivers starting at the base of my spine. Eyes closed, he has no idea that he has healed a broken part of me. A part that was empty when it breathed in air. Now I feel it all. Life. His soul. Especially mine. He closes the gap. Putting his forehead against mine. Caressing not only my mind but my being. Such a simple term to describe the happiness that I've let back into my life. Comfortable.

My Daddy by KatieTheKat, literature

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My Daddy

My daddy is a king of hearts but also a sharp spade. He romps around, my hand in his, and calls me by his own name If I ever stop or stumble, it is soon followed by a grunt or grumble. My daddy is an Irish temper with a Swedish kick. He knows all the ways to heal my heart but also how to make it very sick. In the chance that I may fail it is his respect, not mine, that will surely be amiss. My daddy grows all types of things, the garden, his home, and his name Unfortunately, the one thing my daddy doesn't know, Is how to make me sit and take a verbal beating quiet and lame. I am my father's daughter. I am Irish with a twist. I walt

When We Meet Again by KatieTheKat, literature

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When We Meet Again

When we meet again I hope you can forgive me. I just want you to know that it is killing me. Riping every single string of my heart out piece by piece thin strand by thin strand Tears just fall to the page. Uncontrolled, wild, harsh emotion that just lashes out Lost and broken yet found and mended; all at the same time The complexity of the simple three letter word End. Put at the End of a fairy tale The End. When we meet again Can you look into my eyes and say you've given up? Selfish want from selfish pain. Hurting myself all over again. I've just lost my best friend.

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Untitled by WordofLife, literature

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The dance of life is beginning again, Broken as it was before, A glance into your eyes, and once again I am born, I had forgotten who I was, and who I was meant to be, but simply a touch from your hand, and I was set free, Take me down the road, Of all things known and unknown, I will follow you into the darkness, Where finally everything will be shown, Lead me on, Lead the way, It matters not, In my heart you will stay, Broken was my heart before, and healed as it is now, I finally have begun to realize, What love is actually about, I can love, be loved, In return.

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Be so alive that your existance screams through the ages.

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The Other Side of Heaven

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Mumford and Sons

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KatieTheKat

Mar 12, 2013

Before You Press Delete: I Have a Favor to Ask...

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I am in between shuting this account down or transforming it into a place where I can post my slam poetry. I didn't think I was any good at it but my teacher told me that I should keep expanding it and get other people's feedback. I'm supposed to post a few on here but I need some commentary to see what people think. If you could help me out, pass it around to people, that would be amazing. If not I'm just gonna shut this one down and start over on another site or account. Trust me I wont feel bad if you cant or don't want to. Its understandable seeing as I havent been active on site in a long time. The poem is called "Fate is Like the R

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KatieTheKat

Jan 3, 2013

Making A Tumblr

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Guys I know I'm not very active on here but that's mainly because I have been incredibly busy. I've been doing a little looking around for a website that I feel really highlights my work and I fell for tumblr. I would love it if you have one to follow me. I will have much more photography up there! Promise. It's my New Year's Resolution to be a good tumblr :) Please if you would be awesome, I have no followers at the moment hahaha I'm kinda pathetic.

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KatieTheKat

Oct 12, 2012

Life

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Recently read Sara Kay's poem "B" or also known as "If I had a Daughter". Reminded me about the legacy I want to leave behind, even if I don't have children. How will I pass my mistakes on to the generation below me? Will I hide them from them? Or will I love them enough to confess? It's a puzzling statement. Read the poem if you never had. She is a spoken poet and is wonderful to watch!!!