KatTrain

Huge eyes swallow up selfishness.I am glued with sticky concerns tothe pavement like a coward.But those eyes are expanding for boy is a rabbit, lucky feet wont movewhile my yellow ...

The cuts inmy paper thin, paper skinhold messages-hollowly sliding towards my feet.(the floor is farther down then you think)Seems as if even Ibleed like you, bona fide.The blind watch intently ...

Somewhere in the deep wet of your eyes,I lost something so important,I couldn't remember what it was.See, I've been hungering for my individuality, something you could never replace witha locketa ...

I don't write love poems,silly cliches that barelypass as a life form on planetYWS.I wouldn't cross my raves onpredictable lines, with a couplet aboutthe way your 'eyes pierce' like'moon shine'. ...

Wisdom.The way your insight ignites,school's just a launching site.Straight path,you choose to curve hard right.Wisdom (and patience).Annoying how it's acquired byinsipid books that don't lie.God help

He said "You're cold and I don't even feel bad saying that.I told you how much I cared and you said, nothing back.I've moved on, left you, in the past."It ...

I have taken off my mask like they said I shouldNow people, seeing me for me. See what I see:Ugly.The scarred indentions from,past good intentions gone wrong.The sallow skin of ...

I have writer's Block so I challenged myself to make a poem out of ONLY the titles in the first page. No words added. Every title is capitalized on it's ...

If the world weren't so vast, and my house not so cleanI would've been here on another morning, walking in quiet dawn to seea lake unbeknownst to thee.Standing before her ...

A love poem for no one. It's pretty much my first love poem ever considering I really detest them. oh welll, enjoy (I the space between my fingersthere's a feeling ...

I've been waiting here by the shoreas the sea introduces the tideThe brilliant whispers of stars arestark white against bruised sky.I feel tortured by incessant poundingof the water's war against ...

There was a knock upon the door,repeated twice to imploreif I was ever coming out again,and to please, let the knocker if last time I'd turned the key,like anyone would ...

A brisk wind blows across a plainof pitted concrete cracked and stainedwith pen ink and broken dreamsand whispers of forgotten things.I know as I wait in the open, the doorof ...

The pen dipped, lustilymoaning out the wordsscrawled so messily that I had to squintstill no angel's tears to wash awaydead pink skin resting on white.Brow furrowed, handreaching, brush awaystrangled

Wait, before you goturning my front steps into a year(or you merge into another atmosphere)tell me why your hands are shakingand I'll explain my stutter.It's only fair, right? We trade ...

Spoiler! : My friend's Aunt was deemed 'insane' and before this point her aunt lived with her. This is from the point of view of my friend. Two hands, searching ...

There was a truce in your hands,nails blue, soothing my inflamed skullwhile snow drift conversations blew into my eyes.I found myself in the winters of our youth,face down, hands frozen ...

Spoiler! : You wouldn't believe how much chemo effects personality and the people around you! The tiny pink-puckered dots on your skin,are places where you let the doctors in,with their ...

I forget my age, sometimes- I can feel it drifting from me,as if my whole life is not crucified on the T of a 1,and limits not set by the ...

Spoiler! : This is not an attack on men, I know some great guys that would never hurt me like this. This is an attack on what I was told ...