Katalyn Louis Parks
Katalyn Louis Parks is a 19 year old writer from Liverpool, England, currently studying Film and Journalism at university. She is a poet primarily but also writes journalistic essays and articles, screenplays and short stories. She has won several poetry competitions as well as having had a screenplay in production. http://klouisparks.wordpress.comVisit Author's Website
The View
The hollow beat of thunder
Arises in my chest;
Voltage brings up heartbeats,
They say it’s for the best.
Whisper me: “it’s over”,
But only just begun,
Inside me all I think is that
He’s handing me the gun.
Plug me in, keep me up,
It’s all I need right now;
Another day to question why,
When and who and how?
There’s nothing more he can do
For [...]
Numb
Every loss accepted,
This, my weakest path,
The earth begins to crumble
I’m feeling sorrow’s wrath.
A bridge that can’t support me
Becomes my promised route.
Promises that withered
Prior to this pursuit.
Tiring words are spoken,
Shattering emotion.
A simple dream, not started
And I’m tired of the notion.
The notion that I’m right,
That love doesn’t exist,
That numbness accompanies
Even when I’m kissed.
Numb
Every loss accepted,
This, my weakest path,
The earth begins to crumble
I’m feeling sorrow’s wrath.
A bridge that can’t support me
Becomes my promised route.
Promises that withered
Prior to this pursuit.
Tiring words are spoken,
Shattering emotion.
A simple dream, not started
And I’m tired of the notion.
The notion that I’m right,
That love doesn’t exist,
That numbness accompanies
Even when I’m kissed.
Eddie
To creep a finger closer,
Longing to touch
The very heart of me
With hateful eyes and looks.
Another spoilt daydream;
A whisper breaks it off,
But if he fell I’d catch him.
Light attracts the moth.
I long for his attention,
I like his repartee,
And this is dehydration,
When he simply blinks at me.
I’m feeling sick but this is how
I [...]
Softly, Softly
Softly, softly, it leads again.
Pushing, pulling, breathing, then
Calling others: “take a sip,
Of life’s worth.” Drip, drip
Goes the beat of other’s minds;
Worthless sorts, types and kinds.
Simple dreams can touch the heart
But scamper quickly to depart,
To tease, squeeze, seize and freeze
To play that it’s more worth than these.
Softly, softly, beats my thought
Of what I’ve had and lost. [...]
The Host
As much a tale wept, but never saw,
This is my burden swept.
Kindly words creep golden with time
To hollow the pain too deep.
To avert the eyes from shattered organs
Ignoring the problems size.
This is crystal flowing, that thaws
And tepid keeps when snowing,
But don’t cross shades with the falling ice
That lulls, sways and persuades,
This is the timing most [...]
A Frosted Heart
It’s not important,
But it’s impaling,
A frosted surface;
A slow unveiling.
It thaws today,
It overflows,
It drops a leaf;
A dying rose.
I’m not too shy,
A voice unheard,
I speak in tongues;
Vacuous words,
Softer still
Than morning’s breeze,
But stings the tips
And starts to freeze.
He’s not unkind,
Nor trying hard,
But words can bruise
And cuts are scarred,
It’s not worth it,
It’s a mess,
But I adore it
I must confess.
A [...]
“Sins” by Katalyn Louis Parks
She knew him by what he thought of her,
His eyes told more than his lips would allow,
She forgave herself that first impression,
It was better than how she knows him now.
Easy days were harder to find,
But now she has time to soak in thought,
She looks back on a land of frozen promises,
And waits for the time [...]
What If I Called This Romance?
Something so bright it vanishes,
Beyond believability,
To suffer a feeling I’ve never known.
Vanquished by my vanity.
If only the curtain never closed,
If there was more to the act,
What if the road to forever was real,
And the pavement never cracked?
My mind plays tricks and calls them dreams,
But am I really there?
If I feel my feet on the ground,
It [...]
“Influenced” by Katalyn Louis Parks
You’re more than this,
And greater still,
It’s just the teasing of your heart.
Unremitting consequences,
Beaten down,
By something docile as a dart.
It yearns again,
It powers through,
This is a bad example of me.
I’ve hit my peek,
And this is it,
But there’s still something I have to be.
I hear sobbing,
Is it mine?
Am I even in the room?
There’s something less,
I’m greater than,
But [...]
