At my best. I am the alcohol wandering down your neck, And the poetry holding tight to your thighs. I am the moans gurgling in your throat, And the laughter from deep within. You are at your best Mona Lisa When you have mouthful of me. And because of it, Tears are running like wild horses down your cheeks. – Kata Continue reading Spiritual
Most nights I’m much too busy Being in between thighs To worry about love or depression Or that test I have on Monday – Kata Continue reading Coping Mechanism
I have a way with words. But only when I write them down. I am sorry, this is always how it goes. I have trouble speaking to people. So much so, that sometimes I wish to peel off my skin And wear these words instead. Let this black ink colour me transparent. And pull out my tongue, because It reminds me how it all went … Continue reading How It All Went Wrong.
I think there is something leaking into me. I’ve been sea bound and aimless since birth. I’ve drowned a few times but My insides have always remained dry. Seas of emotion have roared at me, But I’ve always had a certain quiet within me. I’ve come to learn that just because I can’t hear their voices, Doesn’t mean they won’t kill me in my sleep. … Continue reading I Don’t Want This Medicine.
I’ve got a violence in my dreams. It’s about happiness. And how I seem to be uncomfortable with it. It’s like the sin I can’t swallow. And I’m a little scared that one day, I’ll get tired of chewing. – Kata Continue reading Here’s To The Small Fears That Keep Us Driven
I live for your moans. But when you go to sleep, it’s a work of art. On my chest, in my heart. It’s not all lust, but none of it is love. It’s not all truth, but none of it is lies. Forgive me if I’m tragically comfortable in my humanity. I’ll have you waking up to melanin for breakfast but I don’t want to … Continue reading The Best Of Me