I have never considered myself a poet but lately I’ve been stepping out of my comfort zone.
To the Boy from Frankfurt, I Hope You Get This
To the Boy from Frankfurt, I Hope You Get This there was a boy who lived out in Frankfurt i thought i had his…
Poems for my mother
In honor of my mothers birthday here are two poems that I wrote for her. Untitled I really lucked out with you. Out of all the flowers in the garden, you are the one that gave me life. A note to my mother If I should die before I wake know that I love you…
Beating a Dead Horse
I expect that we’re all familiar with this saying. ’Beating a dead horse.’ When you dredge up a situation over and over again, even after it’s long dead, but it’s like you can’t stop. You just can’t stop talking about it. Even as you speak, you can feel yourself being annoying and yet, you just. can’t. stop. Until now. This is the last one for you. I’m finally burying this horse.…
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I really lucked out with you. Out of all the flowers in the garden, You’re the one that gave me life. A poem by Catherine Kos.
I need space
I need space she said, and that is what he tried to give her. I saw this picture on a shirt once, and this is what came to mind. I don’t think it’s a poem, but I don’t think it’s a short story either. So, here you are. I need space I need space I…
To Burn a Bridge
A poem. To Burn a Bridge. I’m alone. The only thing to keep my company, Keeping me warm, is the rage…
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Third Time’s the Charm
Third Time’s the Charm Hello, he said Hi she replied. Quickly, Damn near instantaneous. And she was happy for a moment. She was hurt before, But it…
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For you
Have you ever had something you wanted to say to someone but you can’t? Whether you can’t reach them or you just can’t stomach the thought of reaching out to them? Well, that’s what this poem is about, ’cause I have a lot to say but I can’t quite reach you. For you. I wrote…
Better Days are Coming
Because everyone needs a reminder sometimes. And in case you didn’t know – better days are coming. Better Days are Coming Better days are coming, they said, but can I trust…
I love you
This is a poem I’ve posted before – a few years ago – but it’s one I completely forgot about, until now. And, it’s important now more than ever, because the girl who…
A girl i Used To Know
This is to the people we used to be and the people we haven’t met yet. A Girl I Used to Know there was a girl…
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Afraid Of the Dark
It’s been a while since I rolled over in the middle of the night, on the verge of a very deep sleep, to write quickly write a thought that came into my head. But…
Better days are coming
Better Days are Coming Better days are coming, they said But can I trust them? How do they know? How can they be sure? Better days are coming, she said offering…
Worth Writing Home About
This is a poem about someone very unique and special. My best friend. Hope you enjoy. Worth Writing Home About Dear Mama, I’ve met a girl. Not just any…
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Lost
I found this poem that I had written awhile ago, and after a week full of anxiety attacks, I thought it was fitting to share it. Below is my poem, Lost. Lost Today…
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I am
Hello there! I hope you all have had a great weekend. Here’s a small poem. Hope you enjoy. Happy reading. Stay rad, Catie I am. over time, i have learned that i am…
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Lies
You taught me how to cover lies with pretty words. You’ve created a monster, and now no one is safe. Not even myself.
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I love you.
A poem. I love you. “I love you. You, in all your imperfections and in all of the weight that you carry around You, with all…
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Family
Here’s a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. It’s been a bit since I’ve written poems, but I hope you like it. Family Cursed is the name we share More…
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Loyalty
Here is a poem I wrote awhile ago. I think about it sometimes and what loyalty means to me. How does someone prove their loyalty? Is it being a good friend or…
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Mothers Day
For all the mothers out there: those who have children with two legs or four, those who have done the work of both mother and father, those who have cherished their children from day…
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Bubbly
Bubbly He called me bubbly, like a bottle of champagne he desperately wanted to drink and drink he did, chugging the contents until the bottle was empty and the bubbles…
Lets play a game
Here’s to the long nights of staring at the ceiling, praying for your mind to shut off, to just fall asleep. Here’s to the countless hours…
Generation of Liars
A new week, a new poem. Generation of Liars No one ever told me The appropriate response For when someone says “Bad day, huh?” Dare I be honest, And say, “Bad day,…
A Note to my Friends
There’s something to be said about the people that you meet and it’s like you’ve known them for your whole life. It means something when you can go weeks without talking…
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Sunshine, mixed with a little hurricane
I am not one thing. I am not just happy, nor am I just sad. I’m both of those things and everything in between. It’s hard to explain sometimes when some days I feel…
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A New Poem
Sorry, I haven’t been posting as much. As for most of the world, the last year has been rough. I have had a bad case of writer’s block. Like, I went months without writing and…
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Miss You
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I chant it. I cry it. I scream…
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The Red House
I’ve decided to take a mini hiatus from An Empty Grave, but I will be back with it as soon as possible. In the meantime I will be posting more short stories and…
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Dear You.
This is a poem for you. Maybe it’s for you as well, and maybe you also. Or maybe it’s just for you. Whoever it’s for, I hope you understand and I hope…
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Cursed.
A Poem. Cursed. Cursed is the girl who wishes to weep for wanting to cry when you are sad is one thing, but to be sad all the…
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LOUD
LOUD I think for a moment I forgot who I was I wanted to be small Unnoticeable Invisible But as a big Blonde women That’s kind of hard When everything…
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