~ We#8217re all a Me To Somebody by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ We#8217re all a Me To Somebody
~ We’re all a ‘me’ to somebody. How would you survive if you lost me, We’re all a ‘me’ to somebody. Would you write all day, Or hide away. Would you try to stay busy..? Tasks filling your day.. Would you want to sleep the pain away? How would you survive if you lost me? Try to remember you’re a ‘me’ to somebody. Could you be strong for your kids, family and friends, Could you paint a smile, on a courageous face, After knowing loss. Could you take the time to be real with your feelings. How would you live on if you lost me? We’re all a ‘me’ to somebody. Let’s live on in their memory. BY K.F
~ Leather Boots Lonely footsteps pitter patter down an uninviting street. A single set of footsteps walks alone. The rain pelts down, a shaky hand tries to cling onto the umbrella, just purchased for the stormy trip home. Eyes scouring the scenes. The ground soaked with sadness, Waiting for the sky to wash it clean. Leather boots sinking into each puddle, hurried footsteps, an attempt at trying to avoid the sad clouds tonight. ~ By K.F
~ Dancing on The Edge Of Chaos by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ Dancing on The Edge Of Chaos
Dancing on the edge of chaos? (Flock of birds) (flying around in a crazy flurry) Blue orbs darted back and forth in the sky, watching a wrestling match for freedom. For this match involved midnight wings flapping to and fro amongst a dozen others just like them. She watched the midnight wings standing out amidst a bright blue sky. A flurry of Cushiony clouds bouncing towards the feathery creatures with only a slight gust of wind. She wasn’t sure what they were doing. Although up in the sky these air escapades were taking the day by storm. She watched in awe as the chaotic movements began to slow. The random flapping stopped and all the birds began flying in sync with one another. Around in circles they went, as though they were hunting fish in the sky. A magnificent sight to watch. It was freeing and she wondered whether they felt all their problems slip away while they commanded the sky. Gliding through the breeze with their pals, finding their mojo and learning how to dance with winged pals. What a sight to see. It was like watching the day and night meet, but never touch. She wondered if that’s what freedom tasted like, meeting the opposite to your light but avoiding being swallowed up by it and dancing to its tune anyway. She wondered when an opportunity would present itself for her to dance on the edge of existence, waiting for freedom and chaos to collide. ~ By K.F
~ Who are You Calling My Name? by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ Who are You Calling My Name?
~ Who are you calling my name? What is it in the background of my life.. pulling me under, Pushing me further and further away from the surface. I see it like a glimpse of light shimmering above the water, As I’m drowning underneath. I don’t know how I’m suffocating on dry land, But everyday I wake up in my bed and I feel like a dreamless sleep has taken my breath away. What a dreamless nightmare, you might think. I just call it life, mixed in with grief. ~ By K.F
~ Saying Goodbye There’s something up ahead, It’s hazy, She reaches for the exit. Anything to get out of here.. There were no instructions before she entered. She felt the pain drench over her body from head to toe overwhelming her senses. She doesn’t want to be here anymore. Anywhere but here.. She wipes the tears away and exits the door ahead, gasping for air on the other side. To spend another minute in there would have been impossible. Although.. She knows it’s not over and she has to go back in. Grief comes for us all. As she walks towards the door, She stares at the man who raised her, knowing he needs her now. It’s important to show love for him in his last days. She takes a deep breath and opens the door. Feeling the brunt of it all. As he takes his last breath with his family close by, she knows this is just the beginning. Grief has only begun to show its face and even though he’s gone, the door filled with dread will remain. But so will the memories and the life he lived. In all the hearts and minds he touched. His fight for life has now passed on to her and her siblings. Now they will have to continue on for him. She’s numb from the pain. She misses him already. She can only try to do him proud. BY KF
~ Yapper and The Farm Girl by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ Yapper and The Farm Girl
~ Yapper and The farm girl A dewy fog, crept in through orange crisp, sun soaked curtains. Eye lids flapping slowly as the girl tiredly glanced over at the light streaming into her room. It was morning already, she wasn’t sure where the moon had gone. It was time for the day to get started, which meant, chores. The girl let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. She could hear scratching at the door. It was Yapper, her dog. She knew it was a strange name, Atleast that’s what all the other children in the neighbourhood told her, but she got him when she was really tiny and her parents told her to come up with a name really fast. She sat there staring at this little fluffy border collie, all black and white. He was a white puff ball that was merely an extension of a wagging tail. She mostly remembered that wagging tail and his little delightful yapping. She thought it must have meant he was so excited to have a family. So, she named him Yapper. It was that or tail wagger, she figured the latter was better. The girl jumped out of bed, “Yapper, I’m coming, hungry aren’t you, little scamper always want your breakfast as soon as you open your eyes don’t you!” She spouted to the door. Yapper barked in agreement, as she opened the door for their morning greeting. The girl gave Yapper some pats on the head followed by a “Good boy.” The girl hurried to the kitchen pantry to collect Yapper’s food and placed it into his dish, she watched him munching happily as he wagged his tail, making little gobble gobble noises. Even though he was eating, the girl couldn’t help but think every time he ate, he almost looked like he was smiling. The girl thought ‘He really is lead by his stomach that dog.’ Then she chuckled to herself. Yapper stopped eating for a moment and looked up at his friend, wondering what was so funny. Made a slight disgruntled dog noise and then put his whole face back into the bowl, as if, trying to make up for lost time. The girl chuckled again. “Oh Yapper, you’re so funny.” The two looked at each other after Yapper had finished his breakfast and the girl asked him “Do you want to go for walkies?” Yapper’s tail wagged and he barked. She said “Okay!! Let’s do it then.” The girl went to the door and grabbed his lead from the hat stand, “Come on my friend, we’re heading out on an adventure!” He came running over excitedly. The girl popped the lead on him and the two of them went out onto the porch, down the stairs and across the farm. Once past the farm’s gate, the girl said “Do you want to be let off your lead, free range Yapper? Yes..” Yapper barked and wagged his tail. The girl lent down and unclipped him from his shackles. Yapper jumped up and down, spinning around in a circle and then began running into the distant grasslands barking happily. The girl yelled “Wait up, fasty pants.” Yapper came running back, smiling at her. The girl and Yapper spent their days like this, heading out on adventures, exploring the wilderness. It was always like this, he was her best friend and they experienced everything together. She couldn’t wait for the next adventure with him. By K.F
~ Social Immidea She smiles while doubts creep toward her spine, over her shoulder blade, then gradually into her ear lobe. The chanting of things she couldn’t deny. She had heard them before. This time she couldn’t close the door, on her inner critic. Sitting in a busy restaurant she takes the selfie, even if her smile was forced and her eyes were tired from having to fight the thoughts telling her she had to be perfect just like everybody else posting their best moments. —————————————————- Out with his friends, yet looking at himself. No pain no gain is his motto. He’s been lifting not missing leg day. Never missing a chance for a selfie In front of the mirror, he wants everyone to see what a flabby chested guy who had no game can do now. So he’s got something to prove. Now he’s got as many muscles as he’s got girls, although there’s much to prove, nothing is enough. There’s always another level, always another gain, always another like, always another photo. He’s forgotten who he used to be, the flabby dude who used to read books and spend time with his friends, now he just looks at himself and is obsessed with his gains. He feels empty and he doesn’t know why. —————————————————- She’s at a party making all the jokes, everyone keeps saying she’s the life of the party. She is second guessing everything she says, she doesn’t want to offend anyone and wants to make sure she’s using all the right lingo. After the party she goes home and thinks on everything she said, every facial expression, every smile that changed and wonders if anyone liked her. She wonders if anyone likes her at all. She wonders how other people feel or whether it’s only hard for her. She feels so isolated in a world where everyone else gets it and she simply doesn’t know how to socialise with people. She sits on her bed crying and refuses to leave the house thinking people hate her. Even when her friends tell her they care for her, she can’t hear their kind words, she can only see their smiles turning to disgust in her mind. She is convinced she doesn’t fit in and never will, that she doesn’t belong in society. —————————————————- He leaves the grocery store, both his hands full. His eyes dart passed the old lady in front of him to the blonde lady staring at him, her face suddenly turns cold. She must be fixating on his poor complexion. No maybe it’s his mole. He shakes his head slightly. Then smiles at her awkwardly. The blonde stranger suddenly darts off in the opposite direction. His face sinks, turning a shade of pink, as his mouth begins to close over the gap between his two front teeth. His shoulders slump while shuffling towards the exit. ‘Obviously it was my face, and smile. She simply hates the sight of me.. I don’t know what I’ve done to her to make her so unimpressed with me, maybe we’ve run into each other before, maybe I did something.. I guess it’s my face..’ He thinks to himself. Every time he leaves the house he thinks people are watching him, he tries to stay inside, he doesn’t want to be judged, he feels ugly, he doesn’t smile anymore. —————————————————-
~ Tea Parties It swirls around calling my name again tonight. Doubt, I think it’s friends with my insecurities. I’m afraid they have little tea parties and talk about how to torment me with fear taking a seat at their table. By K.F
~ No Complaints A trickle of a thought, like rain drops as they pitter patter on a puddle. I try to pull at the string but it keeps feeding me more, as I end up with a bundle of ideas and no way to sew them. I stare at the large pile of string, a collection of boundless thoughts that weaved wool throughout a busy mind. Yet, I’m offered no direction so I can sometimes find myself all tangled up. Many questions, hours of pondering and no answers. I wonder if others do this, While I often stare at the wall, the wondrous wall and escape into my wool web of wonders. It’s quite enjoyable, Keeps me entertained. No complaints really. ~ BY K.F
~ Grey Shades of grey, mixed with stripes of white. It could almost be seen as a painters aging hair had spent too much time on the job. I watched his faded Levi Jeans weave through the crowds, eyes fixated on a memory of how things once were. His broad shoulders leading down to strong hands. A young child on either side of his body, with a hand delicately holding each of his children. A family man safely leading them through the airport. Instead of a pang of pain in my chest, this time I felt something else. My face lit up with a smile as a memory floated into my brain of my father. My father and his strength, his hair with grey and white stripes, while also my siblings and I having him lead the way on adventures keeping us safe. The loss didn’t feel like it had control, I felt like he was still with us. As I watched this family walk towards where they had to go, I was glad to have been visited by nostalgia. They walk beside us, In our hearts and minds. ~ BY K.F
~ Dear Familiarity by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ Dear Familiarity
The sun glows in from the window arches.
Midnight curtains drape over curtain rods allowing it in.
She tries to blink it away, as it stings her eyes.
Her chest lurches forward wincing in pain, where she normally would feel annoyance, this time tears begin leaking out of her eye lids like watery ponds.
Covering her face in mere seconds with a sheer depth of sadness.
Her eyes fixate on those curtains as she loses her composure, wanting to pull it down, as she always had before, but knowing that if she did, he may never return, to put it back up again.
The fear that perhaps at some point, maybe not today or this week.
Every trace he was e
~ Missed Adventure by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ Missed Adventure
Sometimes I like going on adventures with you,
Your smile distracts me from the holes inside myself.
The light reflects towards me and then turns to shade when you leave,
I’m starting to lose hope.
You could be standing right next to me,
But I’ll be staring off into space,
It’s not that I won’t miss your face,
I’m just fixated on the spaces within myself.
So I silently plan my next misadventure without you.
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They say it was a misadventure that took you away from me.
Although I t
~ The Burdens We Carry by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ The Burdens We Carry
When I wake up these days I’m glad to no longer be numbing the pain with pills,
Although the night’s eerie blackness still gives me the chills.
I feel like crumbling moon dust in the early hours of a silk dawn sky,
It’s so quiet outside but in my mind it rains down pains of grey.
Blonde curls run towards me with a smile I can’t face,
The shame of somebody else’s crimes,
I’ve taken the sentence in their place.
Dashound eyes waiting for the rabbit to run,
It’s as though my mind is conditioned to jump at the sound of an imaginary gun.
Blonde curls appear around the corner,
She wants a hug and time w
There’s a man, in the corner of my eye, no it’s a lie. I’ve convinced myself I’m still stuck in the dream, the nightmare I just squirmed out of and onto the cold bathroom tiles. The grey and white blur into past pains.
Pains of innocence and fears I thought I’d battled and conquered. There’s a mask the shade of black, an identity unknown. There’s an act, impure, that disappears with the night. With the dream, with my sleep. I lay there, after crawling my way back in from those cold tiles towards my warm bed, staring at my daughter’s sweet blonde locks.
The words ‘How can I keep her safe&
~ Soundless, Voiceless, Timeless by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ Soundless, Voiceless, Timeless
The voiceless argument,
Silence the weapon of choice this time.
Soundless tears run from my eyes again tonight,
I can’t hear the words I love you from your lips.
I find the misery in every song playing through my speakers,
The lyrics speaking words in place of the emptiness,
I can’t find the strength to scream loud enough to reach you.
I’ve become a mannequin in my house.
Faceless emotions, everything’s transparent,
as if I’m see through..
My limbs feel like they’re not my own.
I wait for the store clerk to dress me, like a puppet with no power of her own.
The wind whispers in my ears,
I imagine your
~ The Picket Fence by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ The Picket Fence
Looking up toward the night sky, she saw grey clouds swimming across the black soaring seascapes. From down below the once white clouds travelling far and wide across the galactic ocean above her head. As she tilted away from its mystical magic she began to think on the day that had passed and how it related to the vision above.
Her day had begun unlike any other, yet this day was different. She was going to become a miss again. She heard the judge say “All your paperwork seems in order. Do you want to go ahead with the divorce?” Her throat closed up, as the fairy tales of days passed flashed before her eyes.
“Yes, magist
~ On The Eve Of Bunderberg ~ by Kitty-On-Fire-85, literature
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~ On The Eve Of Bunderberg ~
It was a special day the eve I lost my youth.
I would search for it high and low trying to regain my innocence.
But you can’t take back what has been stolen.
The thief replaced what he took with something of his own.
It wasn’t a gift, It was shadows and bone.
The memories of my special day are always apart of me.
Knowing that if it lacked meaning it would be dust in the wind by now.
Although I’d give anything not to be special.
I’d give it all back not to be seen.
To give away the haunting and let it crawl and slither in another’s mind.
I would sacrifice for the guilty to see the darkness sliding throug
"Oh, I love the glazed rose petals." "They do make a most splendid desert." "Dessert." "Pardon me?" "Dessert, not desert." "Oh, I always mix up those words." "You did spend a few decades in Algeria, my dear." "True, true." "Amusing how such a notion lingers." "Indeed." "Algeria did change you, dear heart." "A mere lad. You were a mere lad. Surely, your heart would change." "Quaint. I do not recall, what brought you to Algeria, my dear." "Shall I refresh your memory, pet?" "Please do so. My mind was always so easily distracted." "Shrimpie served with the embassy, my dear." "Just for one year, though." "I went home to finish my studies, of course." "A most agreeable course of action, dear Shrimpie." "You returned to Algeria afterwards, then?" "Shrimpie had no issue setting up trade." "I always found the thought of gentlemen working a bit unorthodox." "We can't all be dukes of Wexham, dear chap." "Shrimpie was the youngest son." "He could have served in the Army." "I never cared much for
I Know You Are Reading This... by GrayValkyrie, literature
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I Know You Are Reading This...
I know you are reading this
going down a dark tunnel reflective of you mind,
getting lost in the black fog.
I know you are reading this
going through an endless cycle of dark times,
trying to lie to yourself by saying everything's fine.
I know you are reading this
going insane, smashing glass inside of your head,
getting beaten down by the words of your world.
I know you are reading this
going in and out of your cage,
coming back into the light and fading by night.
I know you are reading this
while you smile with a cracked-in smile
and gaze at this world through hollow eyes.
I know you are reading this
without fully understanding my words,
bu
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Programmed by the masses to keep you in check.
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