Tag Archives: Kyanna Kitt

Similarity

28 Aug

Similarity

 

Belief & truth.

Not always the same.

Offender” & criminals.

Always to blame?

The hand that feeds you-

Does not essentially nurture.

Truth in life?

None, or frankly obscure.

Hope & faith?

Similar at best.

Certainty in reason?

Give it a rest.

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

The Wake Of The Raven

27 Aug
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Depression by Vesuvia on http://www.deviantart.com

I can not live in the shadows of statues built of the men that have come before me

I cannot uplift what is pinned at every corner with nail, hammer, and bow

I can not un-glamour the eyes of those lost to false vision of materials of beauty

I can not out weigh the measures of every excessively heavy man nor is it my duty

I shall not dive to the depths of Tartarus to save the soul of commons

I do not wish to be forgiven for thoughts I’ve bared forgotten

For I to breathe in itself is a dainty task

Ne’er do I deserve it, nor did I ask

A wretch in jewels endowed with rich garment praised in sanction

A poor womans cry unpitied but astonishingly always forsaken

In this the wake in that our seed grows

In glass full emptied ne’er chances they never will know

Smite thy children, burn thy frail bone

Halt in wake of the raven where nothing feels and no one knows

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Stranger

27 Aug

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I danced with a stranger tonight

charming southern man, tall in height

we laughed and smiled as our souls played

it was pure & innocent- we were both saved-

he tilted his hat and leaded me on

as we swiveled and stepped through two or three songs

his vessel smiled, mines was appeased,

for once in this life there was no game or tease

when the juke stopped, he turned & said

little miss that sure was nice”

and I was sure that the heat was messing with my head

when I got home- what do y’know-

I found a small pink paper stashed in my throw

my heart fluttered like a butterfly playing in a nice steady breeze

and my- I could not believe the spell he had cast on me!

I held on tight to the scent of his cologne…

the moment I danced with that stranger

I realized I would never be alone

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Reason

27 Aug

Reason

Propose a toast to valor

welcome marauders of reason,

the condescending scholar,

voices of treason.

Three & a half cheers to freedom-

Shameless praises to the red.

Damn you who see them,

and you, who wish they were dead.

Wave our flag high & free.

Black list our leader.

This country is of thee

& you be the bottom feeder.

You watched a documentary.

You earned tour days.

Convinced them this wasn’t meant for me-

Those are your ways.

Spread steadfast cunning & hate-

Chaos is of the mind

Tranquility you debate.

You’re just wasting time.

Drown in your breath.

Seek knowledge in the pitch.

Wear white to your death-

All banging all bark.

You to I, them to we.

Us to that, this you see?

Of course you don’t understand, you refuse to know.

Why pick clarity over a hard way to go?

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

I Remember: Weekly Writing Challenge

27 Aug

I Remember: Weekly Writing Challenge

My earliest memory was of me my brothers Kevin and Fred, and my sister Akieta riding into Willoughby Spit in the old caravan. The van was so packed you could barely see through the dust windows. We were moving from Tennessee so it had been a long ride… Or so I think… Hmm… Now that I think of it, I don’t know where the hell we were coming from. I’m not even sure who all was in the van- Well I know daddy was driving and mom was in the passenger side seat. There were stacks of brown card board boxes, this I remember clearly. I also remember having pulled up and going into the house. There were things already inside. I did not like that there were a lot of doors… I didn’t like the house itself. The moment I had seen it I had felt that it was going to be bad. I remember there was a huge tarantula spider in the kitchen which scared me…

Sigh. Those crazy summer days in the 90’s.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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