| Kayte Viridia |
| Poetry |
| "A day's Thoughts" Another knot on the branch, A bit of life at a glance, Does any of this mean something to you? Once again we crack the shell, make an omelet, go to hell. Who are we? What are we? Why do we care? All of us searcing, praying something's there. Dwarfed by existence, waiting for the silence that we fear. Clamped shut, shaking, trembling, doing anything we dare. What if? Whatever? Everything's because of something. Isn't it?... That's what they say, that's what we think. Spread the word. I found something. I hope it's mine. Don't want anyone to take it and I don't want to share. Hording it, and gladly too, It's mine, It's mine, but I fear for it... I fear I'll lose it too, or have I? All of us selling ourselves, people choose us like a book of the shelves. Wait, not selling, but giving for free. For not but acception and hoping to please. I know I have something that no one else does but no one can see it. I want them to know, I want them to care, but see it as mine, and to have it they would not dare. They can't see it though. So I'll keep my possession, that they can see. What they don't know about they can't take. When will the pattern break? Feed off the freaks. That's how it was. Now we feed off the dirt they give us on a silver platter. They is us isn't they? Growing bigger. more. Is that a good thing? We all want to be different. admire the freaks. Grow from them. Is anyone better? I would be happy to be a freak. Stereotypes. Nothing but stripes. Stripes and polka-dots. I want something you can't imagine. Something you still know exists. None of this stripes and polka-dots. I think I want nothing. nothing or everything. Place your eyes in the bubble, put your ears in the vents, there's your advive ladies and gents. Where would I be? Where could I be? Which of these matters? Does anything matter? Does Anything make a difference? |
| Love is a fraud When it shows up abroad. Lies from the mind To protect human kind. |
| Mitzi Appearances cute, but not what they seem for this little tiger acts like a queen. She stalks. She fights. She jumps. She bites. She'll walk on your face, especially at night. She'll meow in the hall until she gets in. But when she sleeps by your side, you'll forget all her sins. |
| Sometimes "Y" A.E.I.O.U. Sometimes I wonder Y, A.E.I.O.U. U left and made me cry. A.E.I.O.U. U couldn't even try. A.E.I.O.U. Y not U and I? |
| an Elegy for School As the leaves pass by, on November morning Black tears drip from the summer widow's sky, And deep red rivers flow through silent woods. |
| Sex, Sex, Is bad for your brain. Sex, Sex, will keep you sane. Sex, Sex, the Word's profane. Sex, Sex, It's just a game. |
| Suicide Run Another Battle fought, Another battle won. If he was the bullet Then I was the gun. But you pulled the trigger and thought it was fun |