Bastard |
So she walks that street, With a bottle of booze, and a bucket of pain. It's midnight, And her blurry mind can't see a thing. She didn't want to be one of them, Only came for that lame old ban...
Posted by Kat on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 01:16:00 PST |
One night affair |
Come play with me if you dare. I travel the river's edge, alone in the dark. Walk a moonlit mile in my shoes, but keep your distance-- when you are starstruck, wicked pleasures can seem p...
Posted by Kat on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 02:43:00 PST |
On love's wings |
ON LOVE'S WINGS
If love would give me wings
I'd fly to you tonight;
I'd gently lie beside you
take pleasure in your sight.
As your eyes melt my heart,
I'd think of long ago
whe...
Posted by Kat on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 03:43:00 PST |
Intoxicating |
Okay here is an older one I have posted in my MSN Live
Spaces account...enjoy
Skin is aching
craving your touch
anticipating
it won't take much
giving into
your advance
contemplating
a...
Posted by Kat on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 10:09:00 PST |
Lost in a kiss |
It is not air I crave but the unrelenting pressure of your lips against mine; your arms locked around my waist. Your searing search of my eyes does more than flutter my heart, and yet, I do not have ...
Posted by Kat on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 01:44:00 PST |
Lost |
The media is having a frenzy with Britney Spears these days and although I'm not a huge fan of hers, I do feel for the girl. She's humanand it seems to me she is in trouble. When I see her I feel no...
Posted by Kat on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 08:36:00 PST |
In Darkness |
Unlit and darker than a shadow, My hands traced along the walls I built, To keep you from stumbling in Help me to where I might find strength. I wasn't sure if my eyes were closed, Or if I w...
Posted by Kat on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 01:30:00 PST |
Untitled |
I look into the cool clear glassand look at the girl on the other sidethe calm blue pool that are her eyes, stare back at meI look deep into themAnd I can see the pain and trouble in them...
Posted by Kat on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 12:31:00 PST |
He wears it like a mask |
This is one of the poems I wrote last year..I have it posted on my Live Spaces...so thought I'd share it here as well...
He wears it like a mask
each time he comes to me,
A shroud to cloud m...
Posted by Kat on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 07:02:00 PST |
Jack Frost |
Last night he peered through my windowpane,As I lay asleep in my bed,His breath as sharp as the arctic wind,His fingers as cold as the dead.With eyes that sparkled, bright as the stars,In the ...
Posted by Kat on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:34:00 PST |
