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Grandfather's PendulumInside a grandfather clock the ticking and the grinding of the nuts and bolts could steal away your mind.Grandfather's Pendulum
You sit inside it's dusty head, empty like your conscience, listening to the gentle sounds of the beating pendulum.
Forgotten like good times, but grandfather keeps ticking ticking on faithfully just like I didn't.
Each click aligns itself with my unsteady heartbeat. My organ races and slows but the clicks always match up.
I'm slipping away from you into grandfather's arms where I'll be safely lost
by ~katette
untitled poemshe stands around just smiling her eyes out pretending everybody's beautiful but on the inside she is crying for him wishing she could save him somehowuntitled poem
she built a time machine out of paper mache and sat inside it for hours, thinking crying tears that weren't her own venting someone else's fears
abondoned child, abandoned play thing in a doll house of discontent a perfect face plastered upon her with emotions locked up tight
again the tide goes out without her left on the beach covered in sand and salt she doesn't understand why she
by ~katette
a new lifestyleWe are the dust upon eyelashes Of the old and withered few. We are the many and the masses Who, feeding on our loved ones, grew.a new lifestyle
In our new lives we learned to care For the dull voices in our heads. We learned to hate and to repair The tears in our broken heart threads.
They let us grow to touch the sky, Pushing us up to atmosphere, And as we grew we all got high On other people's wasted tears.
One by one we tumbled down To beg for mercy on our knees, And one by one they let us drown, Keeping us under with ease.
by ~katette
MistreatedTo them you are a frightened target Trying to dodge these insults they shoot; Fleeing from the rain of harsh and sick words But only succeeding in drowning yourself. To me you are forever my sweetness Shoved into the dirt of mistreatment; Waiting for me to save you from their mouths. And I will cover you from their vicious voices Taking their bullets one by one. Bleeding with you to keep us both alive.Mistreated
Someday we will grow wisdom and legs And we'll run away to the freedom and light Where the rain will cease and those who hurt us Will be forever mute.
by ~katette
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