Katitude
Mythical
Katitude
Katitude
I had to create a "spark" for my audience during my English glass, an intro hook to catch the readers' attention. I decided to whip up a twenty minute poem hoping to share it to y'all. Feedback and comments is much appreciated. ^v^
"A Different World"
Reflection brings the tears to my sleeve
The lines of recollection is nothing of a lie
The haunting memories mock everything I am
I've been stabbed a thousand times, and the bottle is there to aid me from giving away to what has drained me of being sane
From the bruises to the scars
To my idol with a nasty hobby
To everyone who claims they're sorry
You are harming more than just my body
Their devilish words pierce my heart
The cries from my reminiscence play in my mind on repeat
I've heard too many condolences
My mind is swelling before me
They glance at my arms and start to judge
Not from infliction, but from society's contradiction
People are all alike in ways, yet I feel so apart
I feel obsolete, and my mind is never at ease
On a lonely day, I started to fray
My body was craving what I have slowly lost each day
Should I even be here, should I even stay
Then I met the drink, and I enjoyed the clinks
The horrors still lived within me, though my new friend kept me from contemplation
He travelled through my body, numbing everything
I forgot the past, and slaved away each day
The temporary cure only lasted a while
Then the coils started to unwire
The more I drank, the more I sank
And the hospital bed soon hugged me
It is hard to let go, as it is to hold on
Longing for the happiness, it is yet to be discovered
The pessimism and sorrow must be treated with a difficult process
And I must commit and find myself for if I don't, it will be only but the death of me
~Katitude
"A Different World"
Reflection brings the tears to my sleeve
The lines of recollection is nothing of a lie
The haunting memories mock everything I am
I've been stabbed a thousand times, and the bottle is there to aid me from giving away to what has drained me of being sane
From the bruises to the scars
To my idol with a nasty hobby
To everyone who claims they're sorry
You are harming more than just my body
Their devilish words pierce my heart
The cries from my reminiscence play in my mind on repeat
I've heard too many condolences
My mind is swelling before me
They glance at my arms and start to judge
Not from infliction, but from society's contradiction
People are all alike in ways, yet I feel so apart
I feel obsolete, and my mind is never at ease
On a lonely day, I started to fray
My body was craving what I have slowly lost each day
Should I even be here, should I even stay
Then I met the drink, and I enjoyed the clinks
The horrors still lived within me, though my new friend kept me from contemplation
He travelled through my body, numbing everything
I forgot the past, and slaved away each day
The temporary cure only lasted a while
Then the coils started to unwire
The more I drank, the more I sank
And the hospital bed soon hugged me
It is hard to let go, as it is to hold on
Longing for the happiness, it is yet to be discovered
The pessimism and sorrow must be treated with a difficult process
And I must commit and find myself for if I don't, it will be only but the death of me
~Katitude
