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It begins with passion by kittykatt3, literature

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It begins with passion

It begins with passion and evolves- into feelings deep enough that they digest my thoughts. Creating energy strong enough to make my nerves spasm. Overriding my body, morphing me into a helpless child- at the mercy of these emotions. It exists as heat burning in the core of my body. I yearn to wrestle you to the ground with love- grabbing and holding you Forever. I desire you. I want you. I love you.

Trust by kittykatt3, literature

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Trust

Two Hours Later- questioning birth what is it all worth to reproduce? The End- release of passion when everything is crashing to leave it all hollow. Intermission- of my silent scream just trying to blow off steam trapped in my tired nerves. Beginning- quit the search just trusting the earth things will grow. Two Hours Earlier- Always compassion for everything amazing take as much as you can swallow.

Denial by kittykatt3, literature

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Denial

It hides behind closed doors, it forgets that it was ever involved in wars, a dysfunctional reset. Only satisfies the human race it can't be wrong for it shelters "faith" and always will, before long. Terrible abhorations stay hidden in mindful stations- death and pollution? No! There couldn't be prostitution? So what help do we give humankind? "They couldn't possible need anything!" Seems to be the same thing we find- always people hesitating. The reason for everything- no facts, just emotional hiding. It's always being invited in- Denial, the only way people (think) they win. For once, lets "lose." Lets dress-up huma

The Whisper by kittykatt3, literature

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The Whisper

Slow trickle of soul dripping into the ear- softly, and not cold, warmth of a body near. Being teased by a slight tickle followed by a "sigh" feeling my nerves tingle- letting out soft cries. My back arches- caused by a surge of energy that carries all feelings from those words. Words created for this moment only. Magically makes perspiration into cement leaving me anything but lonely (no need to pretend). Surrounded by a tantric warmth, resolving all "fronts." Infatuation taking new forms forgetting "needs", only wanting "wants" Desires begin the revolution only "love" is the solution creating peace inside- and every

collaboration poem by kittykatt3, literature

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collaboration poem

Structured serenity strikes a surreplitious summer solstice. So learn to substain your sore sordid solace seasonably. And long after you have supplicated sullen subsidy, Subside in your suggestions. A mere witness takes on the role of teacher yes, presumptuous we may think while wondering if the idea will begin to sink into ones head, and yet it hastily begins to slither- entering hidden places of the brain the place where the "self" became Last night, i washed my hands in the fervent fervor of favor; foolishly forgetting, Your fatal figment of forlorned forsight, is the fractious foundation of a fatous feeli

The Story of A New Brain by kittykatt3, literature

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The Story of A New Brain

Do you want a new brain? Maybe you just want a simple change. You feel as though you- need a new tool. So- Wrap it in a package, preserve it for the passage, make sure no harm is done remember, you only get one. Mail it away and wait another day- you may miss it now but, thats what you allowed. You may rent it out- get it back and pout, for it is now different another soul has possessed it. And- As you wait, you claim a new occupation of living life as a type of vegetation. You feel the drool trickle down- the lip that now carries a frown. Now- What have we learned from our mashed up brain returned? Maybe that we shou

'The Committee' by kittykatt3, literature

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'The Committee'

I was looking at eyes searching for the wise. But they were all jaded- the souls were faded. I was listening to lies starving for the truth to rise. But the demons were paraded- my hunger was not satiated. I could smell all the signs yearning to hold back my spite. But my emotions were raided- and indifference was created. I could taste your deliberating "whys" probing for any truthful ties. But against it I debated- until all truth was tainted. And now, in order to allow any sort of self-pity- I treat my emotions as a committee. I end in order to offend- the offense is created to remove anything slightly related.

Build-up by kittykatt3, literature

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Build-up

It collects and forms magnificent proportion. It tickles and lingers too long. It continues, it witholds breath. It is embarassing and continues to haunt my irritated throat. It stays it haunts, it tickles, it haunts. My throat begins to quiver in anticipation. It stays, It lingers, it tickles, it lingers. My voice becomes a blunt hackle. It stays, it haunts, it tickles, it haunts. My fingers begin to tap the dance of deja-vu. It tickles. I clear my throat. I flex my throat to cure the aching vibration. It continues. I try to relax my muscles. It haunts. It builds like a sneeze. I beg it to stop. It lin

Suspense of The Mind by kittykatt3, literature

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Suspense of The Mind

It flows inside, a suspense of the mind. Regret disappears- turns into forgotten years. A river- continuous. A life- continuous. A headache- continuous. Migraines locked inside, a suspense of the mind. Insanity suppresses- shuddering at suggestions. A river- continuous. A wind- continuous. A feeling- continuous. Emotions put aside, a suspense of the mind. Fears and tears- jump off the pier. -into- a river- continuous. A smile- continuous. A human- continuous.

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Hours by kittykatt3, literature

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Hours

Apostrophe(hours) While the hours pass slowly eyes become stiff you crave them to close the faint sound of happiness is whispering in the back of your head, thinking To whom do I owe my thoughts? Where are the temptations that I have fought? Sometimes I wish I had a brain. But I cannot sustain one There are facts in my fiction which cause the tension thinking comes in handy while boredom terminates feeling things that are created in the mind are normally not a normal find the boring hours consume thee but those thoughts never flee

the flu by kittykatt3, literature

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the flu

The Flu It spreads between two sleeping does not assist rolling around to find a soothing spot the heat upon ones face is enraging. I move about on the jarring bed I want to stand, and tend to my own needs. Impossible. However, in comes a familiar face. I don't even bother to hide my own sickening facade. I know he knows. Sometimes it's nice to rely upon another being. I try to smile, but all I say is... "thanks for the soup." For I know my own affection.

Fog by kittykatt3, literature

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Fog

Fog The fog lifts and the sun is back. All I can see is blue sky. It's calming. I forget the dreariness that was once before me. The path I once followed is no longer showing. But how do i get passed the fact that I was once a dreamer, but couldn't find herself. And now, as I look at the old pictures on my wall. I can feel my fog... finally disappear. My fog is forever diminished now. Who do I thank now? Who do I smile at now? The fog is lifted and the sun is back.

Resposibility by kittykatt3, literature

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Resposibility

Responsibility Once when I was younger than present. As robust as I was. Age has not won yet, but will. I wait for age to seize me. Sitting on the floor with little ones. Playing candy land to flee any maturity. Sometimes, the thought of I playing house, excites me. Playing those old games, hide and seeking, running and tagging, no more. Responsibility has come about. Expectation from those higher in households has captured childish feelings.

Sleep by kittykatt3, literature

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Sleep

Sleep I invite you to a place unseen, maybe far off in your dreams. Eyes will droop, and heads will heave. Light will somehow dissapear. Count the sheep, count the nine go by. Your eyelids fall, and your head is tossed side-to-side. Find in your dreams a happy thought, to diminish all nightmares you have recently fought. The quiet of comfort, tip toes quietly behind. The deepness of sweet dreams whispers in your ears. The warmth of concentration, rests upon thine muscles. The brain rests. The eyes sleep. and the rest ends...at daylight.

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Through Space to Nothing by cool4dude, literature

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Through Space to Nothing

Through Space to Nothing Day 1 It's amazing, like the first time at the playground. And the slide seems so tall, but I have to get to the top of it, so I look around, to see if any one is watching, and it seems like every one is watching. That can't stop my mission, so I climb all the way to the top, fully expecting to take days to admire the swings from this new found angle, but the ground calls my name. Whispers actually, the pavement opens, and its tongue allows all the letters to flow out, sounding remarkably like my mom. Wind lets the sound float away so slowly my name lingers and I finally take the proper sliding positio

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Pour your tears by kittykatt3, visual art

Pour your tears

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About kittykatt3

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Virginia
Favourite genre of music: rock,and opera
Favourite style of art: abstract
Wallpaper of choice: ducks
Favourite cartoon character: Marvin the Martian, and Betty Boop
Personal Quote: " What's life if you never pull down your pants and slide on the ice"

Favourite Visual Artist

Picaso and Dali

Favourite Movies

RENT

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

smashing pumpkins

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe and Alice Walker

Tools of the Trade

pens, pencils, camera, paints, canvas, paint brushes, and charcoal

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writing, painting

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kittykatt3

Nov 10, 2007

Breathe

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I want to breathe, not only through my lungs- I want to breathe through everything. My eyes need to open up for a pure, releiving cry. To cry is to let my soul breathe, deeply. My skin needs to awaken to all the tingling jolts that my nerves allow. It needs to respond to every slight feeling it receives. In my claustrophobic mind I know it is all of this that I'm starved for. I am but a simple peasant, living in a third world country. However, it is not that I am underfed, it is that I crave to be empty of these shallow desires. I want to breathe. My head; my stuffy, dark head needs to feel the earthly chill of an autumn breeze inside of it.

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kittykatt3

Oct 10, 2007

radicalism

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Going to Evergreen has given me a new view of radicalism. I'm not exactly put off by it, for now I simply find it amusing. It seems I have entered a world that does not contain a healthy medium of anything. Many people come to Evergreen to get away from the typical radical conservative group who feels the need to judge everyone's lives. It's interesting that once you fill a small space with hardcore liberals you find the same behavior erupting, the very same behavior that most liberals wish to leave. One day I was walking down the street, and to my surprise I was bombarded by two types of radicalism. It was quite a shock for me, and it nearly

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kittykatt3

Sep 5, 2007

The world of illness

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So it has been three days since I ingested this cold that tortures me. It sits upon the threshold of being over and-or beginning to get worse. Which as many know, is a particularly annoying place for a cold to be. It's amazing that a simple itch of the throat can grow (overnight) into something so volatile, so mysteriously intense. In the past few hours it has somehow creeped and crawled into my sensitive lungs, only to annoy and tickle them into coughing submission. Every few minutes, whether I like it or not (usually not) I am morphed against my free will into a hackling witch of a woman. A hackling witch of a woman whom feels a trembling p