Banana Split

Torn into pieces, tugged and worn
like the old rope we used to use in tug of war battles
or the banana you peeled for the ice cream split.
Confused and muddled, self or forbidden love,
decisions, always decisions. head hurts like a spark
from the electric fence we used to play near.
or your hands when you tried to open up the cherry jar.
dreams fogged with the mist and dew
covering the ground we used to camp on.
or the sprinkles gracefully falling on the cold mounds.
giving up in the epic battles when
we used to wrestle to the floor,
tripping over the video game cords.
or the gentle twists of whipped cream.
Tangled and forgotten, left alone to rot,
sitting in the ice blue bowl.
one day, maybe one day,
all will mend, make sense
and the ice cream king will appear again.

May Blog Update

I'm going to try and write monthly updates on the status of the blog. First of all, I'd like to celebrate a big milestone.
 
1,000 PAGEVIEWS!

I'm really proud of that. Thanks followers. You really made that possible. In other news, 101 days until I see the Uhart campus again! It's sad that I'm already counting down. I don't think I realized just how slow life was back home. However, with that thought, I will have more time to write some new poems and get some new inspiration. Daily walks and bike rides have now become the norm here and I'm hoping to find something new and exciting to write about.

Also when I get back to campus, I will be starting my class that specializes in poetry so I'm hoping some good works come from that. And with that, welcome to summer and I'm very optimistic for the future of this blog.

Sincerely,
Kaitlyn

The Blackest Swan

Everyone has a bit of the black swan,
graceful Odile come to mess up the day.
Everyone hides a bit of their true self,
within the flashy white feathers.

There lies a more powerful spell
than that placed on Odette.
There is one that pulls away the black curtain,
reveals the truth and pulls at the tiara.

It sits in the darkest corner of the heart,
dusted over and many times
too many people let it rot,
too many people forget the feeling.

It surges to the soul,
rushes a pang of confusion,
but then,
then there is finally a peace.

It is once that feeling of love,
evokes its true intentions
that the confusion washes away,
like the dusted coating on a shining pebble.

The Swan Queen will rise again.
Odette will be at peace in the sky,
much like the heart after a winter storm
after the warmth of the fireplace.

Unexpected

Like something out of a storybook,
he came to me,
running through the musty fog.

I did not have time to prepare,
brush my hair,
or ready my eyes.

I had no hope that I would find
someone quite like him,
but I fell fast and down I went.

An electric shock, surging through my system,
he startled me,
brought me to life.

Crossed my fingers, but never hoped to die.
embraced the smile,
and hugged the laugh.

Looked up at him, through the clouds
allowed myself to love,
and to dance right along with him.

Patience by Ryan Dagenais

I have to put this day to rest
Almost beat my very best
These plans and dreams, I’m the keeper
When you trust me, I’ll be teacher

Little trouble, little worry.
For once I’m not in a hurry
To push the one that I may hold dear
Into something she may fear.

Of such trust, am I worthy yet?
To make her happy, my life I’ll bet
That I would try with all my might
To have that smile in my sight.

Tiny Gem

I once held a tiny gem
quietly in my hand.
Sparkles of sunlight
glittering off its silver surface.
Beads of shine on
delicate chain.

But that gem ran away.
rolled out of my hand
and onto the scary street.
down the endless storm drain
and far far away.

It must have found someone
it loved more deeply than I
because months and months
came and went
and the fragile jewel
hid from sight.

Maybe it found someone prettier
more worthy of its shine.
with a more beautiful
sloping neck
or discovered a place
hidden in the caves
with all of its friends.

I miss my little gem.
I miss it around my pale neck.
I wonder if someday,
maybe sometime,
it will roll back to me.

Unblood Brother

it wasn't my dad who
took me out and tossed a ball.
it wasn't my own brother
who pushed me on the swings.
it was my unblood brother,
born of 2 different parents,
who taught me how to punch.
he stood by me while i got smashing drunk
because a boy had shattered my heart.
he gave me the bag of candy
when PMS kicked in and
watched the chick flick while
i cried.
he gave me a hug
when i was down,
handed me cold drugs before
i coughed up my lungs.
there was nothing more,
no matter the whispers.
it was a love better
than a relationship.
it was pure sibling love,
between the unblooded.

April 19, 2011 Update

Hi followers! So just an update on how the blog is doing and why there haven't been too many new posts recently. I'm in my final three weeks of the end of the most amazing college year ever! With this comes a ton of work and stress. I also was given the position of head news editor at my college paper so busyness really has settled in! I'm hoping to get more poetry up by or beginning on May 10th when finals are over.

Also, exciting news! I will be taking a poetry class with one of my favorite professors this coming fall so there will be lots of new content and new revisions going on beginning in the end of August! I can't wait! Thank you all for being patient. I'm hoping to get more to you soon.

Thanks again.

Your lovely blogger,
Kaitlyn

Just Want To

I just want to
feel your lips grazing my neck
like a spring breeze rushing over the meadow
or them pressing into mine
like the world will never be the same.

I just want to
be embraced in your arms
with heat radiating through your t shirt
like the healing sun dissolving into my flesh
warming the soul hidden underneath.

I just want to
hold you in my arms
and sit and listen to your heart beat
and with every thump and breathe
rising and falling with the tempo of life.

I just want
you
to be mine.

Drum Roll Please

Plug in the cords,
String up the bass,
Set that tempo,
But a drum roll please.

Gather the groupies,
Scribble down lyrics,
Amp up the amps,
But a drum roll please.

Light the stage,
Aim the spotlights,
Sit the crowd,
but please, oh please, give that drum a roll.