I AM
a voice
& nothing more
---solely based on TRUTH & REALITY.

(Kat)
is the label
to establish my existence,
but
what power is there
in a name to
define me or you?

There is none.
enjoy the beauty of youth & discover yourself to know the ultimate truth
Run.Everywhere.Aimlessly.Without worrying.Without looking back.For the freedom.Run.Play.Without thinking.Without planning.With imagination.With love.With life.Play.Laugh.Loudly.Endlessly.Innocently.At yourself.For yourself.Laugh.Be.Crazy.Funny.Courageous.Loving.Yourself.Be.Live.For yourself.Helping others.The way you want.The way you need.Your life.Live.

Run.
Everywhere.
Aimlessly.
Without worrying.
Without looking back.
For the freedom.
Run.

Play.
Without thinking.
Without planning.
With imagination.
With love.
With life.
Play.

Laugh.
Loudly.
Endlessly.
Innocently.
At yourself.
For yourself.
Laugh.

Be.
Crazy.
Funny.
Courageous.
Loving.
Yourself.
Be.

Live.
For yourself.
Helping others.
The way you want.
The way you need.
Your life.
Live.

It’s my birthday

But in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.

Kat
Hey! Thanks so much for "liking" my posts. I really appreciate it. And if you don't already know it (cause you should), your writing is absolutely amazing and very unique - I love it! Usually I don't "try" and write poetry, whenever and wherever I get inspiration it'll just some to me, but for the past couple of days I've gotten Writer's Block, you every get it. I don't like it when that happens obviously. :/ haha

thanks so much keep on reading :) dont force inspiration or creativity because the inspiration will come to you when you least expect it and creativity is unraveled within an instant of imagination and pure insight. don’t think, just do.

now that’s art.

now that’s art.

My friend, your poems are beautiful and insightful, I'm glad you followed so I can now do the same :] Oh yeah, and welcome to my blog, Subtle&Sarcastic, I hope you like it :]

thank you. keep reading and I shall do the same. enjoy :)

Normality wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be.

If normality were normal,
everybody could leave it alone.

They could sit back and
let normality manifest itself.

But people always have and had
doubts about normality.

They weren’t sure normality was up to the job.
And so they felt inclined to give it a boost.

No such option as: escape

Trying to find a way out
Of this place that’s my so called home
Inside scream, yell and shout
Waiting for the day I hit my tombstone.

Sick and tired of running and hiding
From fears and breaking out into rage.

Life seems like nothing, rules aren’t worth abiding
by as time goes and I rattle the bars of my cage

Trapped in a world where no one bothers to care
Stares off into space, worthless nothing you make me feel

Thought the feeling was gone for good, but insides continue to tear
Feelings come back like a wave, life becomes oh so real

Reality hits and shocks my spine
Meaningless words corrupt my soul

People tell me everything will be just fine
Yet nothing like the drug can fill the hole

I don’t want to go back to that living hell
Yet addiction drags me back with every breath I take

Life, love, friendships…nothing is worth enough to sell
The pain hurts most; the mask of a smile is but an act of fake.

So much to do and so little time
Twenty four hours in a day seems all too little
Yet some days it feels like an utter crime
Time is precious yet something we belittle

Our death bed is close yet we fail to seeOur lives too busy, life forgotten, dead is what we shall be.

So much to do and so little time

Twenty four hours in a day seems all too little

Yet some days it feels like an utter crime

Time is precious yet something we belittle

Our death bed is close
yet we fail to see
Our lives too busy,
life forgotten,
dead is what we shall be.


The ideals change as society changes; however we have progressed into idealizing a dangerous and unhealthy illusion of perfection. 

 
Although media reflects and exploits these standards, they are not the only cause responsible for the consequences.
Women must not focus on who to blame for the hopeless ideals the media bombards society with.
Success and progress will occur through accepting their existence and initiating positive actions for change.

The ideals change as society changes;
however we have progressed into idealizing
a dangerous and unhealthy illusion of perfection.


Although media reflects and exploits these standards,
they are not the only cause responsible for the consequences.


Women must not focus on who to blame for the
hopeless ideals the media bombards society with.

Success and progress will occur through accepting
their existence and initiating positive actions for change.

Make mine a jumbo, mega-max!I’m dying to have a big fat attack.Pour on the grease, the salt and the fat,And toss extra french fries in with all that.For just a quarter, call your cashiers,And shorten my life by about twenty years.

Make mine a jumbo, mega-max!
I’m dying to have a big fat attack.
Pour on the grease, the salt and the fat,
And toss extra french fries in with all that.
For just a quarter, call your cashiers,
And shorten my life by about twenty years.

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