Biography of Kathryn Garner
i write what i feel, i write to music. and i know if my poems are good or not. i dont need your votes to tell me their rank. i care what you think, but i wont change for your opinion. and for all you a**holes who like to try and bring me down.
and tell me my work is s***
you mean nothing.
i know my poems dont deserve the rating of a 'one'. ur an idiot. go die.
look me up, if you wish
and life as it is left is just a simple collaboration of epiphanies, oh yes, indeed
Kathryn Garner's Works:
ha. i wish.
Kathryn Garner Poems
looking in the full sized mirror that still fits to my size then the fabrication of myself is so much nearer and decieving
This is a stolen identity Because I’m bent on forgetting me All left is my eyes And I think their gonna die
Pleasures Of The Skin
give me a love to turn away another hopeless cause anohter defiled way to keep me from running to you
so that ambulance just went by and if you were high the flashing lights would be a show red as the blood she spilled
And I go giving away my life Knowing this is the best way to survive I see those angels and I cry For a world that’s gone and died
Love Is Love
come save me theres something more to me shes got it in a promise ring given by her love
Live can be anything but living Death by stuck up apologies Engrossed by forgiving
shes got the breathing set to a temptors beat down to decieving she shares the body heat
Baby, Ive Chosen Darkess
Wish you had a heart to kill Wish I had a heart to steal And in your mistakes I wish you could feel
my eyes burn more than a rising sunset provoking the horizon to dare and arise to the challenge every time i look at you
The Hours Past Tipsy
i want to forget what its like without this so called healing heres always a place with the forgotten ill just lay here in this feeling
Stole Aw A Y....
Don’t worry I don’t need anybody Because you, My bitter- bitter sweet darling
T H E R E
Sometimes when im there Im really, truly there And nothing and nobody Can take me away
I Dont Know What To Call It
i have become entangled inside my empathy which has in turn, strangled my love, my life, to tragedy
Your Not Worth Dying For
The new day is now falling
Into this dead field
Your warmth is withdrawing
From all that I feel
I see your gray eyes
Inside my cold steel sky
She’s reading all your lies
This masquerade must die