1. The Caucus

    And it looks like Ron Paul is in the lead
    Oh, but here comes Santorum and Romney
    Folks, they’re running at the same speed
    Who knew someone as old as Paul
    could run so quick, here they go go go
    It looks like it might be a three-way tie
    look at how they hang on, oh
    but Paul is now backing away, but
    he has a comfortable third
    Now it’s between Santorum, Romney
    Who knew Santorum would lead the pack
    he was almost unheard of a couple weeks ago

    Now it’s Romney, now Santorum
    they just hang on to each other
    it’s the home stretch
    Now Romney’s ahead by a hundred, now Santorum
    Santorum’s ahead by nineteen votes
    Romney’s ahead by one vote 
    Now Santorum by four 
    they’re almost there, but
    Santorum’s keeping up the fight 
    Who will it be? How will this end?
    The finish line is just so close—

    Oh! And it’s Romney,
    won by eight votes.

    And now the media, the analysts
    will jabber on about the candidates’ progress, their speeches
    their presidential eligibility and ability to keep running.
    All I want to say is
    Who knew something in Iowa
    would be this exciting? 

  2. Peace

    The sound of cat’s light snoring.

  3. Savor

    First bite
    every sensation explodes
    toasted, crunchy, yet soft bread hugs the burger
    warm, juicy, tender meat melts in my mouth
    crisp, watery lettuce, tomato, salty pickle add a cold crunch
    creamy, milky munster cheese soothes the taste
    spicy secret sauce, along with ketchup, mustard, and mayo give an extra kick
    surrounded again by a crunchy bottom bun

    repeated bites are but a futile attempt
    to duplicate the joy of the beginning

    senses go blank
    until the end is near
    and bread, meat, vegetables, cheese, sauce are all experienced again in the
    Last bite

  4. End of Break

    School starts tomorrow,

    but I feel okay, even

    exhilarated. 

  5. Treadmill

    My thoughts run in place, repeating themselves over and over and over again while progressing absolutely nowhere. The treadmill in my mind shakes as the heavy memories continue onward, the electrical impulses cannot find any place else to go. Only when they finally

    step off onto firm ground, onto some optimistic or creative idea do they start to progress into a new world and they run on, sprint ahead at an unrestricted speed, turning into every unexplored crevice. They do not dwell in their dark corner, their “gym,” of negativity, fears, insecurities, dark memories, fallbacks, but rather they bask in the warm sunshine outside that beckons for mental exercise. Real exercise with fresh, free air, not the stench of trapped musky brain sweat. Real exercise where a thought can look ahead and see endless possibilities, not a wall or a television screen, blocking it from its full potential. 

    But thoughts become lost when they are too free and usually they return to the treadmill—to the musk and constraints and unsteadiness. But as they run inside their hole, they yearn for escape and once reached, the freedom tastes so much sweeter.

  6. Obligation

    Doubt walks side by side with time. He follows us as we stroll on our path through the park. I smell his slime as he crawls through our memories. He enters and poisons my mind with insecurities. I wonder how long we’ve walked together. I can’t remember how we first met or how I fell in love. I don’t know why I’m with you now. We’ve been together since our childhood, so is it possible that I stay merely to keep up the long run? I’ve always hated to stop something I’ve started, but that doesn’t always mean I enjoy what I’m doing. You look at me lovingly; your sweet smile never harmed me. Yet, I cannot return the love. 

    Doubt has crawled in and rotted away my heart, my passion. He is a worm, eating my insides until I am hollow of meaning. I slowly become an empty carcass that not even a maggot would touch. I wonder why I wonder why I wonder why I still love you after all these years. 

    No answer exposes itself. 

    I curl up and rot in front of you. Doubt has burned through one more life. Everything was silent. You never left. Shocked and confused, you just watched as I collapsed into myself, right in the middle of the path.

    Faith walks by us then, her rosy smell wafts over and slightly lifts me. She looks at the path and then at me on the ground. She says, “Stop questioning and just continue.” 

  7. Another Life

    I would find such joy
    to be an alligator
    The river as my home,
    I would prowl the bank,
    looking for dehydrated buffalo
    that venture too close

    As master of the river,
    my body merges in my environment—
    camouflage, they won’t see
    as I strike, teeth clamp down on the old one’s neck
    effortlessly, I escort him into my home
    he can’t hold his breath like me
    I roll and I bite
    giving him no way to escape

    as I enjoy his flesh
    my body grows full,
    his mass gives me energy for two weeks
    more food would be unnecessary
    for my blood flows like cold lava
    and for two weeks, I can
    lay in the sun, my mouth wide open
    for birds to clean my ferocious teeth

    no worry, no care
    no one would bother
    the beast in his watery lair

    but this dream life is ruined
    because in this violent, wild world
    there is no love
    to warm this reptile heart
    and no moisturizer
    to heal this scaly skin.

  8. Highway Night

    road is empty
    almost
    couple of cars interrupt
    endless view
    straight path down
    nowhere and everywhere
    so dark, no lights
    lane lines disappear
    sights along peripherals blur
    car speeds up, head jerks back
    green signs appear
    unrecognizable street names
    don’t know how to turn around
    don’t know way back
    must keep speeding straight
    into nowhere and everywhere 

  9. The End of the College Application

    Little demons sitting on their cushioned deadlines in the back of my mind
    hoping to watch me fall on my face as I break myself apart on a stage,
    splitting open my personality, my hopes and aspirations
    for all to see, even me, unsure what to express
    my sanity breaks, my heart rips as it tries to understand
    itself, as it tries to understand
    these prompts, what these admissions officers
    want from me, want to see as I explain
    what matters to me and what books, historical figures, experiences
    have been influential to my personality
    all I imagine are a group of men laughing, judging
    as they spread out my whole life on the table, reduced to eight pages
    for an easy, condensed read

    For months, I have locked myself in my white, empty room
    deadlines and headlines floating in my head
    along with homework homework homework.
    I want these essays to disappear
    I want to punch an admissions officer in the face
    for forcing an essay on me in the middle of this mess called
    High School
    an essay that forces me to analyze 
    myself 
    not The Scarlet Letter, The Great Gatsby, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
    I’m flying over the nest now as I blindly follow my peers into this
    dark hole called the application process
    I don’t need this pain
    I don’t need to worry about what these admissions officers think
    I don’t have to go to college. I could backpack in Europe for four years,
    trying to discover myself, spending time writing a novel
    instead of wasting that time in an institution
    that tries to break me down like the Combine
    so I can conform conform conform 
    becoming another lifeless robot with a white house, a job, and two point five kids

    As I complain complain complain, cry cry cry
    an essay—a decent essay—tentatively crawls out of my mind,
    dragging along self discovery with it
    realizations of the importance of my family just now reveal themselves
    and just exactly why I love writing seems to make sense
    and yes, I have succeeded
    my personality has been condensed to eight pages,
    waiting to be accepted
    or rejected
    ready for any kind of reaction
    I am not just an accumulation of activities and test scores
    being compared to other’s higher achievements, but I am an
    honest, decent, optimistic person, hoping for a new life in a new school
    In the midst of my hatred, frustration, agony, boredom, mental blankness 
    I find myself pressing

    Submit

    and the curtain falls in front of my still intact self. 

  10. I Need a Notebook Next to my Bed

    Midnight revelations slip away with consciousness.

About me

Some Facts:
My name is Katie.
I like to run,
to drum,
but mostly to write,
and have fun.
Oh, and I like cats. :)

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