The strands that form my life
Tangle and mesh together,
Like many floating melodies
Combined into polyphony.
Sometimes in discordant strife
My beings inner weather
My souls song accompanies;
Modulating, becoming atonality.
The music is full of joy
Yet somehow melancholy.
Soaring in its crescendo,
Yet crying in its beauty.
And through some tricky ploy,
Some long forgotten folly,
The musics decrescendo
Comes from others cruelty.
The tumultuous of things of me.
About Me
- Katie
- My name is Katharine, but I usually go by Katie. Somehow I'm tough and bratty at the same time. But despite of all that, I like being taken care of. Sometimes I don't understand my feelings and emotions, so I write poetry. Some of that is here, which is pretty much why I created this blog.
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2 comments:
But if it wasn't so sad sometimes, the beautiful parts wouldn't mean as much.
I can't tell if you're mad about my epiphany.
I'm not mad. I've just been taking some time to think about it. We'll talk sometime tonight or something.
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