Poems from kat1o1
There’s something strange about a mirror,
It doesn’t feel like you’re looking at yourself for a moment.
Here lays a girl typing away,...
When the birds stop singing
And the grass is dry
When the heat is overwhelming,
Goodbye, Goodbye.
Never again seeing,
or hearing the cry...
What is it like?
It's like being possessed
And getting you're mind focused
Like a magnifying glass
On an ant that doesn't
Burn.
Staring...
Claws of alabaster,
On marble stone,
I scratch at imperfections,
On me they are not known.
Wings like swans and eagles,
Angels' bitter...
Look in the mirror
I've done it before
Day in and day out I'll see
The changes in my face as they shift in the night
They lose their form...