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The Unholy Trinty "Me, Myself & I"

Self portrait, summer 2005

 

Acrylics on Canvas

  Inside my safe shell

as I'm grasping for air through
these clothes i wear everyday
to look good for others to think
I'm cool, I'm nothing but a naturalist
woman with nothing to fear except
myself and the rest of the world
around me.
every image on any mirror looks
like a lie Ive built for myself
through out these short years Ive
lived, and even though i can say
Ive seen the world, Ive never really
moved from this space i stand in
right now.
every spot on my face and blemish
i discover everyday reminds me
how Ive still got lots to see in this
world I'm in, and even though i try to
be another person i never really could
ever be, i know id only just be living
a dream.
madness i feel when something bad
happens to me or this little life Ive
built for myself always floating in an
imaginary world, and what exactly would
be wrong with that? its just me who knows
this all, its just me to who i tell
my deepest thoughts, its just me Ive
learnt to trust... is it really only me?
am i?


 

Katinkatze Deviant art Link

Voices inside her head

silently she lept across the river...
her hand lightly gripping hold of a branch,
gravity and balance reacting beneath her,
every rock was another hope on her way.

she listened attentively to what was around her,
she followed the river bed to a long path,
a path that led deep into the dark forest,
there she walked, there she left.

her head free without worries,
just a gentle tear slipped down her cheek,
her eyes were crystal clear,
everything she'd passed through was behind her now.

in this forest she found only silence,
the noisy kind of silence that rings deep in your ears,
the kind of silence which opens your eyes,
your senses to react to the touch and feel of everything.

when she stopped walking she felt no remorse,
she'd ran away from her fears,
all the fears she'd been holding deep inside her,
with one gush of wind all of these worries to be led away.

her heart-beat got back to normal,
she sat down beneath an old wise tree,
with branches so curved they could tell a tail,
of who and where anyone followed past this path.

her senses told her to follow where her feet took her,
she ran and ran never stopping at anything in the way,
the tears just swept down her face,
never stopping she left a trail of diamonds.

the sky was getting darker above her head,
she never stopped running until out of the forest came,
there she suddenly gave pause to her pace,
and looked far in front of her.

there it was, the horizon she'd dreamed of before,
it called to her, it called loud and clear,
for her to follow and catch, that thin inexistent line,
far away at sea she was being pulled.

walking on the sand and feeling the sea breeze on her face,
she walked to the sea slowly wetting her clothes,
giving her goose-bumps from the cool water,
she walked on and on blinded by this voice.

into the sea she followed without pause,
her light complexion drowned by the seas blue,
her soft light hair wet and heavy,
she followed and followed till forces gave her end.

Poetry by Katze


Voices inside her head

Reflection of a poem, see link

 

Acrylics on Canvas



Instinct Of Nirvana

 

Oils on Canvas