• Kathryn commented on the post, end 4 months ago

    Is this the end
    Of late nights together
    Of silly faces and held hands
    Of noses buried in shoulders
    Of zombie flicks and first kisses
    Of hair petting and hand rubbing
    Of thumb stroking and footsie playing
    Of you
    And of me
    And of us

  • Kathryn commented on the post, roof 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    You are the roof over my head
    My shelter from my storm.
    Beneath you, I find
    Home.
    The place of love and comfort.
    I gaze up toward your expanses in the
    Thought-filled moments before sleep takes over
    Thanking you
    For keeping me safe.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, higher 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    From the depths of the black ocean
    You propel me
    An accendio that brings me to burst
    Into the air
    Air crushing through the emptiness of my lungs.
    I don’t know which makes me feel
    Higher.
    The sudden oxygen or
    Your boost.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, both 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    We are paint and brush
    Tree and leaf (or pines?)
    Cut and blood
    Heart and love
    In love
    The both of us reaching for each other.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, object 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    When you reach your arms around me
    To whisper in my ear
    I will not object.
    When you pick up my arm
    And weave your fingers through mine
    I will not object.
    When you look at me from across the room
    Unapologetic and adoring
    I will not object.
    Your attention is what I live for.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, past 5 months, 3 weeks ago

    The wind blows,
    My hands left empty,
    Cold in the chilly breeze.
    I watch as you walk away and I wish
    That you would return
    So that I could accept your offer.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, square 5 months, 3 weeks ago

    Walking through the Square after the worst concert either of us had ever been to, I realized the importance of a companion who could turn something dreadful into one of the most enjoyable nights of your life.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, late 5 months, 4 weeks ago

    Look how late it is
    With our sun high in the sky
    Shadows shrunken,
    Small circles beneath our feet.
    We laugh at the night
    For thinking that it could darken
    The light that we share.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, hall 5 months, 4 weeks ago

    If my life were a hall
    Dark and creepy
    Long and thin
    Filled with the possibility of
    Monsters and ghosts
    With creaky doors opening to
    Different eras of
    Me
    You
    Would be the light
    At the end
    That I fumble toward.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, received 6 months ago

    I have received
    Warmth
    That I do not deserve.
    These coals in my chest
    Save me
    From
    The bitterness of self
    But I scorn them
    And wish that they would burn
    Brighter.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, satisfy 6 months ago

    I do not
    Know
    How much time spent together
    It will take
    To satisfy me.
    All I want to know is that
    You
    Care as much about
    Me
    As I
    Care about you.
    Please.
    Even
    One word
    Would hold me over.
    Please.

  • Kathryn posted an update 6 months ago

    If I cannot fly, let me sing.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, mention 6 months ago

    One single
    Mention
    Of your name and it’s like
    I am floating
    All over again
    Swimming in the sky with the candy floss clouds
    Your hands around my wrists
    As we spin
    In a Ring-Around-the-Rosie
    Ballet.
    You make me want to sing.

  • Kathryn posted an update in the group Group logoCall It A Diary 6 months, 1 week ago

    I’m in love with a boy who has hair like sunshine and eyes like Nutella hot chocolate and hands soft as snake stomachs. His gaze can make me melt, because he looks at me like he adores me. And that makes me want to spend time with him, because he’s beautiful. He thinks in historical references and video games. He calls me ”my lady” and smiles whenever he sees me. He lets me hold his hand and lay my head on his shoulder when Neil dies in Dead Poets Society. I think I’m in love with him. And I wish he would kiss me.

    At the same time, though, I want to rip my arms to shreds and drive into oncoming traffic. Which is a very bad thing.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, arts 6 months, 1 week ago

    Hand holding
    Forehead kissing
    I smile from across the room
    Or an understanding twinkle of the eye.
    These are
    The arts
    Of sharing hearts
    With another.

  • Kathryn commented on the post, roar 6 months, 1 week ago

    As the curtains open the
    roar
    of the audience
    is like
    dark figures
    falling to the ground from
    dizzying heights
    crashing like
    fairytale beginnings
    and the sun
    shining
    on the moon

  • Kathryn posted an update 8 months, 2 weeks ago

    Story, n.

    Inspired by David Levithan’s novel, “The Lover’s Dictionary” (and his Twitter, @loversdiction)

    cut, n./v.: A thoughtless comment, a moment of exquisite anger, a lone staple tearing across a fresh canvas. The beginning of an onslaught.

    pinprick, n.: The safety pin does not hold my clothes together. Rather, it is there as a sharp reminder to keep the two sides of my life from ripping wide open.

    lie, n./v.: I did not realize that saving your feelings would destroy my own.

    confide, v.: Contrary to popular belief, sharing baggage does not lighten the load.

    companionship, n.: I seek the friendships of those like me: the faceless and the fearful.

    betrayal, v.: I always cared much more about you than you did about about me. Even then, I did not expect you to be so cruelly inconsiderate.

    no, exc.: From an accusation to a confession, all I can muster is one syllable as I race to the toilet, sickened by myself.

    fall, v.: Suddenly everything is torn away from you until there is only one light in the dark that you can still see, a glint of silver and red.

    nightmare, n.: At some point I began wishing that the horror would translate from reality to dreams. Instead, it invaded both.

    secret, n.: Hidden like a cavity in my chest, a gaping hole rotting from the inside out.

    silence, n.: Days spent alone in bedrooms condone withdrawal.

    privacy, n.: On some deeper level, I wished you would invade.

    infection, n.: Sitting in the theatre, I can feel my flesh on fire. Terror takes over, but when the alarm passes, it is followed by a strange fascination to re-experience the rush of dreadful possibility.

    apathy, n.: Like living in a cloud of anesthetics, I am beginning to lose a sense of how to feel.

    abuse, n.: Sometimes I would wish for you to hit me so I wouldn’t have to do it myself.

    mess, n.: The worst part is having to clean up.

    burn, n.: An hour spent crying, screaming, terrified of what this new thing is. Only a split second of blinding electricity through my skin. No mark is left. Inefficient.

    tissue, n.: Just as an artist is impartial to their work, I harbour a special fondness for the marks I leave on my body. I want each one to be a grisly, gaping masterpiece, large and dark and deep.

    experiment, n./v.: Nothing works quite as well as the traditional way.

    rash, n.: When making your own bandages, remember that duct tape should not be worn for too long.

    ignore, v.: Sometimes I wonder why you never asked about the sounds of tape being torn and hearts being emptied just one room over.

    heartbreak, n.: I have to remember that people are not characters, and that I cannot set such high expectations. In the end, I will always be disappointed.

    monster, n.: They have moved from under the bed to the recesses of my skull. Sometimes they come out to play, but they are rowdy, and their claws leave marks.

    addiction, n.: When it is no longer a way out, but a way to prevent, or even a way to entertain.

    teacher, n.: Unknowingly, a seed has been planted.

    dysphoria, n.: I am afraid to change because this is all I know.

    act, v.: I have been practicing quietly for a long time. Now the audience is paying to be lied to.

    empathy, n.: I can no longer tell if I care about those closest to me. I am so far gone that I can’t even see where I started.

    seminar, n.: Somewhere along the line, I came to realize that I could not help others if I could not help myself.

    confession, n.: It takes nearly half an hour to finally find words in the veil of tears. It may be a rough one, but it is a start nonetheless.

    lift, v.: Only through crying and hugs did I realize how I impacted others. An unexpected surprise.

    release, n.: I have always been thin, but only now do I feel light.

    inquisitive, adj.: The questioning looks are not as subtle as you might think. Do not be afraid to ask. I have been silent for far too long.
    step, n./v.: Like a child, I am discovering how to move myself forward for the first time.

    uncertainty, n.:…[Read more]

  • Kathryn commented on the post, transform 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    It’s amazing how many things can change
    In one week.
    Just a few simple words
    An admission of weakness
    And suddenly I am surrounded by the love that I’ve ached for
    Since that very first fight
    Since the […]

  • Kathryn wrote about the word dusk 1 year, 5 months ago

    The dusk of everything that we ever could have hoped for.
    Your hopes and dreams
    Everything you ever pursued
    Fading away with the sunset.
    Any sanity I had left
    Beckoning for the dark
    To show some release.
    We are a mess
    You and I.
    The torn flesh reminders
    That this just isn’t fair.

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