“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome
fist pounding
found the door
heart bounding
hit the wall
skeptic splash
borealic bash
pound of flesh
cryptic crash
psychic flash
echo sounding
still standing
get dressed
heart messed
rest in chest
head read
three of the best
kiss off the stress
distant sound
tears astounding
pieces found
heart resounding
posted by skatey katie @ 2:00 PM
“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome
i'm a *blonde* kiwi chick who married my childhood sweetheart (*awwwww*)!!! Hubby (aka Bulldog) and i have five gorgeous kiddos. after sixteen years of being home eduKATEd, three years ago we all went to skool.. but we still get called the von trapps.
8 Comments:
Wow.
Where do you go, my lovely?
creative but Not Enough Information ;-)
hay and rach
kiss. kiss. it's really just some journalled words to myself, for a friend X
It read like a postcard from a place I often visit... ;-)
Hi Kate -- I love the power of the words you choose. They hit like punches. They're strung together like the cars on a roller coaster.
It looks cathartic. :)
xxxooo
steve
i hear you. i think "postcard" would be a great title X
s.b.
kiss X
laura
aha, roller coaster, clickety clack. i was listening to this nickelback song in the car yesterday on one of our road trips around town, i think their staccato sound got stuck in my consciousness - today’s words spilled out with similar intensity X
It always takes my breath away when I come here and find one of your poems. I forget that you do that. I wish I had that power to write in that way - it must be therapeutic?
Amazing.
RB
therapeutic?
sometimes.
i have always been wobbly about my "writing ability", because at school i preferred to make a pretty heading and bullsh*t the rest... and it often amazes me which writings strike a chord with others. it's only been the last few months that i've been stringing words together like this. i've been listening to so much RHCP. love the angst and surprises in the lyrics that AK chooses X
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