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Ice Sculptures by katiekerr, literature

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Ice Sculptures

She used to swallow her words Like cotton balls— She used to choke. She used the hollow of her throat To stencil targets on her Favourite body parts: Her inner thighs were treasure Maps, all dotted lines and islands Still waiting to be kissed By the white marble bridges On the slicks of her wrists. She couldn’t make a fist With all the ice in her veins. She used to choke Down antifreeze and hope Against hope, but she knows She’ll never stop carving Ice sculptures.

Mercy by katiekerr, literature

The Siren by katiekerr, literature

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The Siren

Given half the chance, she'd rather sleep Alone, half-frozen on the ocean floor And picked apart by eels like so much seaweed, Than undertake the chore of your affections. Understand that you are not the first: So many so-called "well-intentioned" men Have thrown themselves upon her reef declaring "Rescue!" she needn't even cast a net To catch her keep. Yet still you come ashore With vows to make your world your gift to her As though her own were somehow wanting. You claim the siren's singing lured you here? You listened to that hoarse, rampageous scream, "Away! Get back!" and called it music? No, Though you and she may share a mother tongu

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Hourglass by katiekerr, literature

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Hourglass

This hourglass is broken--see? Here? this is where you opened me: A hairline fracture Wrapping noose-rope 'round the glass, A thunder-crack Without courtesy of illumination. Now memory spills out of me In petty measures--what fool, What miser mourns a grain of sand Who counts it by the pound? This death is cunning, slow But certain as Time: The hourglass spills Only when turned one way, Yet the hourglass must always turn. And so it is I only lose you when I look for you; No doubt your ghost will have me emptied soon.

until my wings are singed by katiekerr, literature

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until my wings are singed

She had always been a faerie, with her Nightingale's brittle bones, Her coalish eyes— Ink-black, sky-fine As if emerging from a dream— And delicately damasked wings, White as a wedding gown And more pristine. No one ever told her That love is, by definition, Keen and terrible— And yet she remains, a Rogue and discordant Prayer (a witchcraft urge) Strung as pearls between her lips, A brilliant counterfeit. That magic, still Buried in the warmth of her tongue, Holds none of the innocent silver So many people sell their hearts for. No, No one ever told her Fall Has lost her leaves, But she— She will keep on.

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The So-Called Immortals, Ch. 1 by katiekerr, literature

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The So-Called Immortals, Ch. 1

The sun rose, and Evelyn Vandergraff died. What a miserable place the desert was. It was beautiful, of course—especially at dawn, when fire overtook the sky and threatened to turn the whole of the Earth to glass—but it was a grotesque sort of beauty that reminded Evelyn too much of herself. Especially at dawn, when the glass earth beneath her threatened to shatter and swallow her whole. Nevertheless, the capacious solitude of the desert afforded Evelyn a rare opportunity—dare she say a luxury—and so she left the curtain of her litter open and watched the day begin. Minutes passed, then an hour, and Evelyn indulged hers

Five Seasons (Alternate) by katiekerr, literature

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Five Seasons (Alternate)

There was this moment, early last May, when I could have glanced up from the book I was reading at the breakfast table. I could look out my window and see you standing on my lawn, this waif in a windbreaker grinning at a daydream you're probably too old for. I could bring you an umbrella. I could invite you in for coffee, and we could lose the whole day debating questionable Scrabble plays. We could take to the streets after dark and try to find an all-night diner that will feed us both for less than fifteen dollars. I could fall in love with you. But I don't. ...spring You go home with nothing but a story about how springtim

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Cochineal and Beetle Wings by winterkate, literature

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Cochineal and Beetle Wings

I don’t love you anymore. I was going to lead up to this. Maybe claim there was something caught in my throat about beetle wings, cochineal – you know, they make that stuff out of flight. Lipstick, I mean. I mean the truth is I can only smile like an inferno because something else isn’t going to be flying away. And I was going to say I’m sorry but I’m not. I was going to lie to you like you needed me to, but pray tell me how to grace through three weeks I hoped for some kind(ness) of hurricane, so we could recalculate in the aftermath, and nobody would blame me then for judging that we came up empty.

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The poem tips nothing. by winterkate, literature

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The poem tips nothing.

The poem tips nothing. Perfectly balanced, it nods with curt politeness at me, the waitress with the emblazoned name tag reading I am just trying to get out of here too, and it does not pick at my bones (polite). The poem tips nothing. When it gets up and leaves, it leaves exact change, stacked silver balanced on the blank plate, enough to rework my lungs and pewter heart for when it comes back again.

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Ornithology by katiekerr, literature

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Ornithology

I sometimes imagine us, Years down the road, sitting On the patio of a London bistro Much more sophisticated than we are. We'll waste the afternoon drinking tea As impolitely as we can. We'll chat too loudly about absolutely nothing, But with such authority the woman one table over— The one with the ugly scarf, Because it's always the one with the ugly scarf— Will mistake you for someone famous. We'll spend the next hour reminiscing Youthful conquests, like Cleopatra might, Or Anne Boleyn. Then we'll make-believe Like nothing's wrong with us. We'll call it a day— Find a good pub and drink a bottle of gin, Each— After watchi

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Sunday afternoon by katiekerr, literature

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Sunday afternoon

Sunday afternoon leaned into God with the usual ambivalence. * * * * * On a Sunday afternoon, Kim and I sat together in our freshly painted living room. Lounging on the brown cloth couch that still smelled like new, my wife, who was equally fresh, threw her arm up against the cushions, leaned her head into her palm, and sighed. I didn't look up from my book, not yet. "I told my mom today that I'm an atheist," she said, with a hint of chagrin in her voice. Still reading, I replied, "Oh, yeah?" "I know she was upset, though she didn't let me see how much it bothered her. She said that I still believe in God, I just don't know that I do."

Lovers' Quarrel by katiekerr, literature

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Lovers' Quarrel

This is the story of one day, When joy and love were led astray; But as these things must always go, We only reap that which we sow! A lord and lady we now join, Each one the side of other's coin; But on this day, they knew no rest, Each wore their heart upon their vest. Now when two lovers butt their heads, One fears that all is torn to shreds; Though daresay none had known the threat, That fateful day when they last met! The lord, he said, "Good day, my love, My handsome little turtledove; I prayed to find you here today, How fine you look on this fine day!" The lady, she did bow and gush, "My lord, you make me fit to blush

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Narcissus by katiekerr, literature

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Narcissus

These measured glances, metered smiles that hide The way you feel behind illustrious Displays of counterfeit emotion ride The line between your improprietous, Coquettish affectations and your all- Consuming moral principles, which I Too keenly sense are morbidly appalled By my existence; I can taste the lye And vitriol competing on your tongue To burn me hollow while we kiss, and this Is only one distraction: here among Your audience, Narcissus, you insist On more than my submission or defeat, But shaming me, to safeguard your conceit.

Satisfied by katiekerr, literature

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Satisfied

Are you happy now? Are you satisfied? This lonely ride in your passenger seat, where I Cranked up the stereo, and I just let you drive, No I can't hear you, just take us wherever you like. I don't care anymore about what you're looking for, Not sure I ever did, not sure I ever lived The way I told myself I would be leading my life by now, Just going around and round. I hope you're satisfied, I'm trying not to cry, I'm telling myself that I know you're not worth it. And nothing you can say now is ever gonna change how You told me all those lies. I hope you're satisfied. I guess it's my fault, I never had the nerve To ask you where

The First of December by katiekerr, literature

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The First of December

On this lonely night of the First of December, We walk hand in hand as we revel this night. I wonder if this is the night you'll remember. We pass by a window, you say something clever, And I know that you know my heart is alight On this lonely night of the First of December. I ask you to be with me, always, forever, And tell you that everything will be all right. I wonder if this is the night you'll remember. I wrap a warm arm 'round your shoulders, so slender, And pull your cold body down into me, tight, On this lonely night of the First of December. You push me and tell me you need no defender, You fly in a fury and exit stage

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Ice Sculptures by katiekerr, literature

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Ice Sculptures

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Hourglass

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Lost + Found by katiekerr, literature

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Lost + Found

That boot that braved a winter Frozen in the mud Remembers chasing Curfew with one sock foot Like a life depended on it. Two weeks of chicken-soup-flu And no one ever bought a pair of shoes new After that, but the janitor cut it loose two years ago And kids still say, "I'll wait for you by the boot." One of those watches with the straps That snap around your wrist, leaving welts Like interrupting hockey night for homework help Tick-tick-ticks somewhere in this pile of junk. The sunglasses you bought two summers back To hide your first black eye, Wrapped up like Christmas Inside the sweater you'd wear When lying got to be too much to bear.

Rite of Passage by katiekerr, literature

Something Real by katiekerr, literature

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Something Real

I'd love to write a poem about you Painting a picture of me Writing you a poem, But first I'd have to get you out of my head. I need to rearrange the furniture to better match The way I see us, So no matter where I sit, I'll never lose sight Of the things that are going to matter. Maybe we'll trade places once or twice, So you can finally see The way I see you And stop pretending you're less than Everything. But first I need to get you out of my head. I want to swallow the ocean you hide beneath Your eyes when you think I'm looking somewhere else, Devour all the constellations in the sky Whose names you think are beautiful,

Shadows Play a Stronger Game by katiekerr, literature

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Shadows Play a Stronger Game

An eagle circles overhead Again this morning, crying black And lurid things, another dead Mouse caught a-talon—body slack And strung up by its feet—but she, Alone on her front porch, a tea In hand (it's scent lost on the air) And sickness pungent on her palloured Brow, ignores the skies. She wears Her worry like a badge of valour, Endures the sympathetic gazes Of mice and passersby alike, As eagles gouge her chest for spaces In which to build their nests; she'll strike A match to light a candle, watch It as it burns against the day, The barest flicker—shadows play A stronger game, she thinks. Not much Can s

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Five Seasons (Alternate)

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The Zephyr and the Storm by katiekerr, literature

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The Zephyr and the Storm

Odyssey into 2012 Chapter 8: The Zephyr and the Storm Time is but the storm, my love, nothing more; but you— you are the Zephyr, the wind that carries the storm. The words still rang in her ears like so many church bells, a clarion thunder announcing the birth of some false prophet. After all this time, she couldn't possibly be the Zephyr— but she was. She could feel it. And if she let herself, she knew she would carry this storm off the edge of the world, and then next year would never come— tomo

The Eighth Gate by katiekerr, literature

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The Eighth Gate

She Stands Before the Final Gate and Tries to Makes Her Choice It couldn't be the way he said. It had to be a bluff. Or a distraction. Or both. Unless it wasn't. Is This a Memory or is This a Nightmare? Kaylin is eight years old again. Everyone is alive. She wants desperately to lose herself in that. Anything Given Can Be Taken Away, Part I Kaylin was not born with Zephyr—she would not die with it. Her scream could have deafened an angel, but it was out of her. She took Zephyr in her hand. Darus laughed. "You don't want to do that." God Left This Party a Long Time Ago "Zephyr is our birthright."

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Tutorial - Breaking Up by katiekerr, literature

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Tutorial - Breaking Up

The Teenage Girl's Guide to Breaking Up Okay, so you're in a relationship that you want to get out of. Maybe they broke your heart, or maybe you just met somebody cooler, but you don't want to be branded a cheater. Maybe the very sight of your current boyfriend fills your immortal soul with a furious, wallowing anguish that can only be relieved by writing sad poetry while listening to the new Alexisonfire CD. Don't worry, it doesn't matter what your reasons are--there are no judgements here. All that matters is that, in a few short and easy steps, you will have the tools you need to finally break it off with that not-so-special someone. Ste

Monday Morning's Merriment by katiekerr, literature

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Monday Morning's Merriment

When Monday morning's merriments arrive, I'll know myself intangibly insane-- What Monday morning's ever less contrived than dinosaur detectives on cocaine? Perhaps that symbolism's inhumane-- Wait, was that symbolism, imagery, Or something else? I cannot ascertain the meaning of these words--a forgery composed in crooked Cockney cockery; Again, the scribe conjectures confidence: she leaves a signature ascribed to me, like I could ever be its provenance? But Monday afternoon does coffee bring, Rejoice! A song to sanity I'll sing!

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Artist // Professional // Literature

July 30, 1986
Canada
Deviant for 13 years
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"I write to read the stories I cannot live otherwise." -- Cordelia Kenn, This is All by Aidan Chambers

"Poetry is the language of a state of crisis." -- Ardath Whynacht

"She who wields a pen, wages war." -- Voltaire

"Poetry is honesty, unabridged by reality." -- Katie Kerr

"A poem is never finished, only abandoned." -- Paul Valery

"I hope one day to write a book worth banning." -- Chuck Wendig

"If you can't write a love poem without actually using the word 'love,' you're not a poet--you're a greeting card salesman." -- Big Poppa E

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Jan 26, 2012

Share Art, Share the Love

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Greetings, deviants! I come bearing wonderful news! In response to the SOPA/PROTECT IP scandal sweeping the Internet, and to do my part to help realize a truly free online creative community, I have licensed my entire gallery under Creative Commons. Specifically, the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 License. In case you're unfamiliar with CC licensing (sadly, too many people are), here's what this means: You are free to: Redistribute these works to your heart's content, without worrying about copyright infringement. Add to, modify, or "remix" these works to your heart's content, and redistribute those works to your heart's co

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Dec 10, 2011

Odyssey Literature IX

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Return to the Master List Hub Odyssey into 2012 Literature Submissions Chapter Two by blahman121 (https://www.deviantart.com/blahman121) Sloth by paintedpoetry (https://www.deviantart.com/paintedpoetry) Free the Psyche and the Tables Will Turn by Vixeria (https://www.deviantart.com/vixeria) Chapter Two by kittykittyhunter (https://www.deviantart.com/kittykittyhunter) Judgement by clockwork-trees (https://www.deviantart.com/clockwork-trees) No Rest in Tokyo by AeryonSun (https://www.deviantart.com/aeryonsun) Chapter Two by SteveGarbage (https://www.deviantart.com/stevegarbage) Zephyr by drgnfrnd (https://www.deviantart.com/drgnfrnd) The Eternal Mirror by DeviousKid45 (https://www.deviantart.com/deviouskid45) Her Only Tools byElczenius (https://www.deviantart.com/elczenius) A Lesson in Reality by nut-tree (https://www.deviantart.com/nut-tree) Remebrance of the Eternal Bliss by Kittehnite (https://www.deviantart.com/kittehnite) Chapter Two by Zanture-Angel (https://www.deviantart.com/zanture-angel) The Tourist Guide by StericOne (https://www.deviantart.com/stericone) Chapter Two by ArcanaFire (https://www.deviantart.com/arcanafire) R U N by :devstinafacex

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Dec 10, 2011

Odyssey Literature VIII

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