Katherine Kay

🧵 4/4

No one has a clue
Humanity lost in their hate and indifference

The noise in my head
Bloodshed
Sacrifice
Solution
Compassion
An ending
So crude

🧵 3/4

No right to do that
Why can't we just get through
Find a solution for them to stop beating you

Open minds lead to open hearts
But people will never see it in that manner
Sacrificial lamb number one or maybe number two hundred twenty two

🧵 2/4

Making America Great Again
As my neighbors blood rushes in the streets
Burning buildings all around
No one listens
Same thing 10 years from now
Play it on repeat
It's the same old song

My skin like you
Just a pigment or two off
But they treat the animals better at the zoo

🧵 1/4
#poetry #poem #stateofAmerica

THE NOISE IN MY HEAD

The noise in my head
I'm screaming out
Don't kill him
But he's already dead
Sacrificial lamb

To a new world order
Streets lined up with men
Guns in their hands
Beating us down
For even getting close to them

I'm really jealous of my 1984 teenage clueless self right now. Oh, how wonderful it would be to be so nieve about the world in this time.

🧵 2/2

Bring me words
Of Life
Love
Encouragement
Soft footsteps
Pattering along

The playful laughter
Of babies abound

Tis the source
Of Life blood
That keeps
One around

🧵 1/2
#poetry

I AM BUT A SPECK

I am but a speck
Tossed hither
Within the wind
Echoing the whispers
Of man

Dear not
I speak
Of bloodshed
And war
I grow weary
Of the games
Of rotten souls
Death and Despair

🧵 3/3

A note of music in song.
Once the only one.
Yet, things tend to get ugly.
It was all a dream.
Wrapped tightly in ribbons
Happy endings.
Struggles a mystery.
Forged in reality.
Worth everything.
This love letter is not for you.
It is for the shadows drifting
Deep in memories.

🧵 2/3

Everything by the ticking.
An order to follow.
It will all work out.
Hopes
Dreams
Yearning heart.
Given so carelessly.
It was always me.
Just a man I loved.
Ideas wrapped around thoughts of you.
Will could not see it through. Magic contained within a breath.
A name in tattoo.

🧵 1/3
#poetry

LOVE LETTER

This love letter is not for you.
It is written to future past.
So long ago when hearts were full.
Standing at the edge of the world.
It was there to see.
It was there to grasp.
Fleeting moments in intervals.
Defining the severity.
Cherished ideas.

Be still in your own voice
So that you may hear the yearning.

🧵 3/3

The jungle of the city
Human behavior
The treachery
Am I really here
Watching
The humanity of it all
Lost among the sea of faces
A victim to the world
The depravity of it all
A hot new trend
Watch all the influencers
Watch them do their thing
As children crumble
To ash

🧵 2/3

Or in the middle of the night when the buzzing woke me
Throwing darts in my sleep
The bullzeye just out of reach
Everyday is on repeat
Am I really here
Reality a big dream
Does it even matter
If songs skip the beat
Will anyone really hear
The cries from the starving in the streets

🧵 1/3

AM I REALLY HERE

Am I really here
I don't even know if I exist
Isolation is a risk
Has your mind playing tricks
Not knowing which day is which
Running errands in my mind
Did I answer that friends text last week or

🧵 3/3

Gave up the years
The ring
The life
Left it all behind
Just a woman and her son
Twenty years have gone by
I sit
And I listen
No remorse
In my eyes
Good times remembered
Yet I'll never forget that night
As I sat on the stairs
Listening

🧵 2/3

Yet I sat listening
Allowing the beginning of betrayal
Masked as grief
Led to the spiders web
Your wings flapped
But you were already caught
Wrapped up like dinner
For her to feed
And I listened
Suppressing the pain
That pierced at my side
Did not want to believe
My ears nor my eyes

🧵 1/3

TOP OF THE STAIRS

I sat quietly on the top of the stairs
Listening to whispers
Unable to make out words
Sobs
Uncontrollable sobs
The tears were not mine
Dismissed like a child
Sent to bed without a drink of water

CENSOR

First, they censor our words
then they strip our rights
then they rip us of our beliefs and make us hide
I do not appreciate the silence of my neighbors
as I scream and fight for my rights
Your passive stance speaks volumes as they line us up outside

I've worked in the pharmaceutical world almost all my life. This is the equivalent of saying that a pharmacist only puts pills in a bottle. Both careers are so much more complicated than that. I can only imagine this individual only feels inferior to GPs, and that's why they say such things.

Made snowflakes ❄️ today. I love how they turned out. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas 🎄 ✨️. #Christmas #tistheseason #Holidays

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