Katie Lyn

I’m here to learn from other authors and work on my own writing. And I dream of writing the stars that lead wandering travelers home ❤️❤️❤️

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Katie Lyn

I’m here to learn from other authors and work on my own writing. And I dream of writing the stars that lead wandering travelers home ❤️❤️❤️

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Lacking Inspiration

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Inspiration

Is very odd

It is also something I lack

It strikes you at the worst possible times

And leaves you promptly after that

Inspiration is like a dog

You wish you could call it back when you please

But that usually doesn’t happen

Anyway

This was quiet the odd poem

Because if you couldn’t tell,

I’m currently lacking inspiration

And I’m really not sure when I’ll get it back

:)...

Poetry

Gray

Katie Lyn

1 min read

They say it’s boring

That color of gray

But it’s a feeling of calmness

All night and all day

It’s the color of the clouds

As they fly so high

It’s the feeling love

And warm goodbyes

Sometimes it’s melancholy

But it’s an emotion you still feel

The feeling of stillness

Just before sleep

The color of words

And wise old hair

Gray isn’t boring

It’s anything but that

So remember this next time

Y...

Poetry

Stuck

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Beep

Ring

Click

Snap

Another day goes by

The same noises follow me

The same thoughts run by

How can I escape

This never ending cycle

I’m like a bird in a cage

With no chance at survival

Every day the same

Every night so bleak

I need escape

I crave a reprisal

Get me out please

Of my endless cycle...

Poetry

I Move On

Katie Lyn

1 min read

You’ve come back

But I no longer need you

For when the water drys

The land adapts

And when the rain returns

The land floods

I cannot afford to flood

So I’ll put up a dam

I will not allow you back in

For I am better off without you

You suffocated me

But now I breath

An I will continue to breathe

Like the wind blows

Until I no longer can

And then I will leave this world

With you

And this life

Forev...

Poetry

My Sweater

Katie Lyn

1 min read

It’s impossibly ugly

This old sweater of mine

Yet I wear it each week

No matter the time

And no matter the weather

Sleet, rain, or snow

I wear this sweater every seven days

No matter where I go

It’s swollen and itchy

With threads falling away

I’ve had it for years

I know it’s here to stay

Too long at the waist

Too short at the arms

Colors mismatching

Yet it has its charms

My sweater is absurdl...

Poetry

The Vase

Katie Lyn

1 min read

When a vase breaks

And shards are scattered

It seems forever ruined

And to be fair, it is

It will never be smooth

Or hold no scars

Ever again

But that’s not the point

The point isn’t to prefect the vase again

It’s to put it back together

With all its glue marks and stains

The vase will never be perfect

But it will be compete

So why’s it matter if it’s perfect?

If the vase is happy

Happy to finall...

Poetry

The Fall

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Run

Slip

Trip

I fall

I fall?

No, I’m at the mall!

How could I fall?

I’m not that tall

Yet here I am

Above them all

They point and stare

They look quite scared

But how would I know?

I’m all the way up here!

But not anymore

No, not now

Down

Down I go

Will I come back?

Who knows....

Poetry

Trapped

Katie Lyn

1 min read

He will give you death

And you will love him for it

He will show you darkness

And you’ll shut off your light

He will eat away at everything you ever were

And you’ll will supply him the remaining shards

Never will he apologize

And never will you leave

For you are caught

In an endless cycle of greed

Never will he surrender

Never will he heed

He rides off into the darkness

Utop his noble steed

Viol...

Poetry

Graveyard

Katie Lyn

1 min read

This is a place

A place just round the bend

Where all good stories

Come to an end

Where treasures are lost

A peace is found

We soon all end up

Six feet under ground

They say don’t worry

It’ll be just fine

Yet they themselves run

From the monster called time

Flowers born of sorrow

Where trees are always weeping

Here is where we go

To begin eternally sleeping...

Poetry

Fire

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Embers flying

Fires burning

Cities on the ground

People crying

Memories dying

The world is crumbling down

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I have lived on the east coast of the US my whole life, so I am lucky enough to not be effected by the fires in California. But many where not so lucky. I cannot even being to imagine the pain so many are going through right now. To anyone reading this who is effected by the fires, my ...

Poetry