Kathryn Garner

Rookie (May 10,1991)

Kathryn Garner Poems

1. Your Chosen Lonley Road 2/8/2007
2. Every Moment 2/8/2007
3. Your Not Worth Dying For 2/8/2007
4. My Waiting And Wasting 3/3/2007
5. All This Will Hide 3/3/2007
6. The Ballerina 3/15/2007
7. They Were All That Was Left 3/15/2007
8. Such A Man 3/15/2007
9. So When The Alter Brings Me... 3/15/2007
10. An Envelope 3/15/2007
11. I Dont Know What To Call It 3/15/2007
12. T H E R E 3/15/2007
13. Stole Aw A Y.... 3/15/2007
14. The Hours Past Tipsy 3/16/2007
15. But Then 3/22/2007
16. One Or Three? 3/23/2007
17. She Slipped 3/23/2007
18. A Word 3/23/2007
19. Its The Fever 3/25/2007
20. Heartbeat And Blood 3/27/2007
21. Sacrifice 3/30/2007
22. Murder 3/31/2007
23. Tremor 3/31/2007
24. Lips Like Glass 4/5/2007
25. His Venom 4/6/2007
26. Feathers & Dead Wings 4/9/2007
27. Last Heartbeat 4/9/2007
28. From A Cell In Hell 4/17/2007
29. I Fell For You 4/18/2007
30. Nathan 4/22/2007
31. Till We Cease 4/23/2007
32. Better Off Dead 4/23/2007
33. Glimpse Of A Dead Moon 4/23/2007
34. A Way Out 4/25/2007
35. My Prison 5/10/2007
36. Fabricated Dreams 5/13/2007
37. Pulse Of Yours, Pulse Of Mine 5/15/2007
38. Speak Me 5/19/2007
39. Tighter Than Skin 5/20/2007
40. Sin In Sight 5/22/2007
Best Poem of Kathryn Garner

Stolen Identity

This is a stolen identity
Because I’m bent on forgetting me
All left is my eyes
And I think their gonna die
Don’t look in, you can see me
I’d rather wear this stolen identity
Exactly what they want to see

I’ve got the lock on the door
Don’t force yourself to love me anymore
You don’t need to
I’m now something new
But its not really me, it’s all for you

He put the stitches on the cut
When she’s perfect, then there’s love
She’s perfect in this mask
Hiding his shame at last
Because without identity goes the past

No, I can’t ...

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My Waiting And Wasting

there is nothing here
nothing but waiting to burst
while soaking in drugs and beer
to rid me of a lifeless hurt

nothing but waiting
breathing away my everything
waiting and breaking
listening to my own screams

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