I hate feeling like this. It comes on like a cold. At first, you just feel a little uneasy and needy; wanting cuddles and reassurance. Then it's an almost physical sickness. You might talk normally, but everything you say feels hollow, however important or unimportant. Then the feeling in the chest; heavy and painful. And far from being due to ( Read more... )

1,
after all this time,
the table's turned; reversed.
my words in your mouth.

2,
a dagger, a blade,
sharp-edged and brutal, good night.

ignore the above. they're random poetry bits.

message to the 'zeitgeist'

Dear zeitgeist,

I am doing my best. Please don't eff me over.

Love,
kayte

( Pretty goodies for sale. Brand and non-brand. )

I wouldn't mind the lies you tell ( Read more... )

Despite the old rhyme

Words are sticks and thoughts are stones
To beat ourselves, to break our bones
To make us think we are someone
-someone and no one, all at once-
To build our bridges,
To construct our precipices
From which we will, at length,
be thrown.

( Why )

to scratch an itch
an itch that's omnipresent
and has been since
the birth of time

methuselah would laugh
to see the way you complain
about feeling old
and having seen
it all. To watch the circle

which continues, spiraling
where everything feels different
but nothing's changed;
the old refrain

It's all been done before.

I was going through my drawer and found an old notebook. i found some stuff that i think is okay ish and def has some decent ideas in.

We areWe are cloulds, comprised of memories ( Read more... )

I haven't felt like this for a while.

How is anybody going catch you when they don't know you're falling?

Sometimes, when the light shines
and all seems well,
in the summer sun.
I remember.