February 2012
1 post
Night
Night is always when I want to do something meaningful. Something beautiful. Something that makes an impact. I want to be that artsy, lovely, intelligent, perfect-in-every-way girl that every girl strives to be. The girl that none of us ever feel like we can be no matter how many compliments we get. And the more I think about all I want to accomplish and all I want to be in this world, the...
January 2012
6 posts
paths
a man asked a women,
will you still be there? where will you go?
and the women responded,
i am not sure what is ok now, but i will probably wonder a while then either stumble over excellence or settling for mediocrity.
-Anonymous
Alone
Alone
Alone I am Mozart, there are no right tempos or finger positions
Alone I am Beyonce, there are no sharp or flat pitches
Alone I am Picasso, and stick people make masterpieces
Alone I am Dickens, and run-ons are a component of style
Alone I am Shaq, and a free throw two feet from the hoop is amazing
Alone I am Yamaguchi, and not falling scores a ten
Alone I am Bolt, and a seven-minute mile...
Goldfish
-Katherine Olson
Hubris
Should God exist, in final days,
when Earth at last rolls to a stop
trembles, ancient and tattered, stays
and all the graves are lifted up,
then I will come before your God
and, eyes without a blink, will stand.
My gaze will burn through his facade,
and He will shake in fear of Man.
And if he dares to damn the souls
of those without the faith he needs
without regard for lives so full
of...
Power
I wish I could hear her shouts. I wish I could hear her screams. I wish I could hear her desperation. I wish I could hear her fear. That would have it better, that would have made it possible for me to save my damsel in distress. But no, all I heard was the worst sound I have ever heard in my life.
Dead. Silence.
No reaction. I needed that confirmation. My ears craved that bittersweet panic...
My Love
A poem by Sanny G.
My Love
Only could graceful hands have made you so sweet;
However it’s long been since we joyfully greet
I have listened in dark to your wistful cries,
But I too have my own demise
I have waited long for those seasons again my dear!
Remember when we selected the mediums that were clear?
Streetlights and pavements, winds and trees,
Those were our very first ties you see!
You...
December 2011
3 posts
Land's End
The still water appears to never move
Yet the flow of a fall is never ending
All events build up to the rocks
That define a waterfall
From the rest
The part that breaks
The suddenly speeding stream
Into explosive splashes
The appendages
Fall back in
And in the several million
Gallons of rushing water
No drop ever touches the ground
-Abby Butterfield
Water Dragon
-Katherine Olson
November 2011
21 posts
The ominous lines between the present, past, and future. The past is gripping onto me, trying to pull me back, dragging me away. The present is caging me in, relentlessly trying to muffle my screams, as I strive and reach for The future is beckoning to me, a dream too good to be true, every rose has its thorn, you know.
-Anonymous
Betta Fish
-Katherine Olson
guardian
the guardian stands silently stony
resolved not to make amends with the folk
while now crouch at his feet there the lonely
who have come here on his root-ends to choke.
how long has he stood by the mountainside
wrapped in ivy and lamenting his loss?
beneath his rotting body the grave lies
of his beloved, colonized by moss
once the king of the mountain, but conquer’d
his branches...
Anyone can get lost in today’s swirl of liberal philosophies and freethinkers. Every day, a new alternative objective truth pops up for us to pick from - it’s really too easy to lose yourself in modern philosophy and religion. It’s painfully easy, more or less like the leisure that could surround a man who is driving on the wrong side of the road. Unfortunately, it can be just a...
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