Artist Statement by kitten-in-a-toaster, literature
Literature
Artist Statement
There is a path in my life that lives and breathes just as I do. And like me, this path ages with experience and time, until its fruits have been bared and it seeks its peace. I was once so frightened of what change could bring that I fought for this path, and I continued on, discontent and unsatisfied, until it finally met its own fate.
It is in this constant death and resurrection that I find my real destiny. My changing paths have become as much of my life as anything else. And while I now fully embrace my altering life, I never forget what I once was.
Before these narrow walls
and the indifference of night,
I had a thought to give
of the most romantic intent;
such thought has left me
plenty now, though all thought
has left me plenty, I do
recall I had something to
say to you; and while it
may not be the best at verse,
I think the thought still
hits on cue:
If all you have of me
is held within a dream,
never dream of me, and
I will never dream of you.
Met Your Stranger by kitten-in-a-toaster, literature
Literature
Met Your Stranger
If I met your stranger,
I would have ne'er known your life.
But if you had the words,
I would still behind your night--
and those tears would be my sight.
Forever Patient by kitten-in-a-toaster, literature
Literature
Forever Patient
My mortal soul'd dance within music ash
For no passion will breathe
My chorus alive--formally cold--
Your traditions have died;
So within this vacant hall of my heart
an empty lover walks
softly steps counted, forever patient,
before the hope of you.
Faithless Night by kitten-in-a-toaster, literature
Literature
Faithless Night
Speak, burdened wings of faithless night
I rise from love's warmth to answer your fall
tempt by the song your shade lips sing;
And woe--how I know treachery speaks
shallow whispers within my fickle heart--
I mistake my splendor once before,
And ne'er has it cried back to me.
Enslaved dignity, forgive me--again:
But oh, drink from my thighs
my wheeping of lies
and taste of my hand
all you demand,
Solitude.
Only for you
I'd leave my true
to dine on this lust,
a thralled glutton's thrust.
I've seduced my loneliness--again:
And ne'ver had I the mind to see.
I forsake my lover as a whore,
entwined with flattery in our part--
A
Bitter morning shows
least comfort to those
with hearts softly cold
when lover's hand closed
how your world slows
to the drink of your woes
but none truly knows
what sorrow you hold
as the silence grows
and thus the day goes
bare but the ghost
of whom you held most
emptiness unfolds
all the words you chose
when your heart froze
and hate bent you low
until you composed
what one night did behold
regret is just as bold.
A leaf falls to its loneliness,
and much to my dismay,
My heart follows well behind;
For what can be done
When the blossom of love breaks?
And brooding, I descend to my demise,
Ever idle and pressed against the trunk.
Sorrow beats against my face,
While my body is damply crushed by fate;
For once you fall,
You never meet again.
I have heard those whom speak
of love in the fashion of a rose;
The porcelain wings of blushing petals
melt with the passion tears of hope's dance
which burns to the touch of my bosom.
Indeed, my breathless sigh
blooms to the slipping echo of you
taken yet only my smile adorn,
left with yearning eyes to compare;
Unrequited, pleading eyes lost to adore.
Never once forgiven, my idolatry, you lead me:
This waltz--the depth of rising love's requiem--ends;
Solitude! My heart cries!
But such would winter shroud you.
And you--you left with warmth of ice.
Slither now the eyes I romanced;
Frost drinks the love we had,
for a rose would
And once I had a nightmare of a dream,
Yet I will not tell of my tale so grim,
Unless it, perhaps, satisfies your whim,
And pray do tell--with the way your eyes gleam--
I'd be but fool to deny what would seem
that curiousity is on the brim
and there's no hope of it falling dim;
Your mind does desire my horror theme.
My twisting words certainly are sublime,
Entrancing like avarice to the gem,
A cunning poet's words are in prime;
So charmingly fit it would be crime:
Such flattery turns the mind to condemn
when one learns they were distracted with rhyme.
Frost As I Feel by kitten-in-a-toaster, literature
Literature
Frost As I Feel
Frost as I feel
a burning inside,
a loss of commitment,
and death to all lies.
Core is too barren,
yet plentiful inside,
what gloomy fate,
is sought by demise?
Some days, I
Unknowingly find I am
Browsing through this stupid crap,
Lingering at spots, waiting for
Interesting shows for me;
Maybe some reruns
I accidentally missed from stress!
Now, don't get me wrong, I
Am not denying! I am so
Living by TV's dictation!
Fashion of a Rose by kitten-in-a-toaster, literature
Literature
Fashion of a Rose
I have heard those who speak
of love in a fashion of a rose;
beautiful and eloquent,
yet does not a rose wilt away?
No, love cannot be a rose,
but perhaps, indeed,
love is close to that of a rose.
If forced to words,
I would have to agree;
love is fair as a rose,
but more like that of the plant
whom bred this rose.
To parent an undeniable,
aeshetical splendor
to that the world adores,
Yes, I do believe
love is related
to the bush from which
the rose does grow.
But what if love was an angel?
A stunning guardian angel,
flying in the mist
of all the heaven's glory
on wings of pure gold.
Yes, I can see where some
would b
I am the other name of a rose,
I am music, play, poetry, and prose,
I am sought by one but found in pair,
I press heavy yet weigh of air,
I am the voice of God to man,
I am strived when nothing else can.
What am I?
When we were in kindergarten,
we would go "ew" at each other,
when we played tag outside,
we would chace each other around.
When we were in first grade,
we didn't dare touch each other,
becaude coodies spread that way,
and neither of us wanted them.
When we were in second grade,
we used to play on the swings,
to see how high we could go,
away from everyone.
When we were in third grade,
we kissed on the cheeck,
and pretended we got married,
and had a family of our own.
When we were in fourth grade,
we made paper hearts,
and exchanged them during lunch,
when no one else was looking.
When we were in fifth grade,
we shared ou
I am an angel and an artist. I am optimistic but usually hopeless. I believe in the godmachine but despise the bars formed by religion. I am a dreamer and a realist, a poet and a critic, a lover and unjustly cold. I want things I dislike and hate what I truly want. I am bold but shy, intelligent but a little out of my head, and a delicious blend of black and white. I am an angel and artist, and I am who I choose to be.
I have heard those whom speak
of love in the fashion of a rose;
The porcelain wings of blushing petals
melt with the passion tears of hope's dance
which burns to the touch of my bosom.
Indeed, my breathless sigh
blooms to the slipping echo of you
taken yet only my smile adorn,
left with yearning eyes to compare;
Unrequited, pleading eyes lost to adore.
Never once forgiven, my idolatry, you lead me:
This waltz--the depth of rising love's requiem--ends;
Solitude! My heart cries!
But such would winter shroud you.
And you--you left with warmth of ice.
Slither now the eyes I romanced;
Frost drinks the love we had,
for a rose would
Current Residence: Within my heart I lie... Favourite genre of music: Depends on me mood. Favourite photographer: Greg Ishmael. (Local photographer) Favourite style of art: ...ew. Operating System: I can't think of any smart remarks on this one. MP3 player of choice: My own. Shell of choice: Turtle works swell. Wallpaper of choice: Floral. Skin of choice: Something soft and warm. Favourite cartoon character: That little skunk off Bambi.. the cute one. Personal Quote: Mad are the ones caught; Insane are those not.
I've gotten to a break of drama in my life finally. Got quite a project going on, something that will be in the ready stage probably when I get out of work lol. (greetings from the library, btw)
actually, when I come up with a name for mentioned project, i'll get to posting. Its going to be a series of short proses based off of a role playing game i'm very fond of (world of darkness, if you were going to ask). We'll see tonight, i get off in 2.2 hours. go me.
-katrina
p.s. ive got some professional pictures of me to buy after the 1st. ill probably post a couple here. the rest will go on my myspace. www.myspace.com/kitten_in_a_toaster
but
So I've been out of a 1 year relationship / 10 year friendship prior for about... a week. two weeks. heh. Amazingly I was depressed for about a week, and now I'm fine. I live for misery; it makes my writing world go round. Hopefully you can expect new things from me soon.
Arrr.
One hour of work left. zzzz.
p.s.
A couple of my poems have display images now. =D
...your blog. Except its not just an emo rant, it has taste to it."
And thats why I shouldn't be tutoring at my old school.
Anyways, I don't really have much to update. I'm working and sleeping and spending time with my bf. I have a chalk contest I'm going to Thursday, maybe I'll take my bf's camera. We will see.
Edit: I've been inspired to come up with a list of 100 themes about me. I got the concept from ~drawinfreak16 (https://www.deviantart.com/drawinfreak16) =)
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:iconkazarr: tagged me. =|
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Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
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Now I know you haven't got the time for this place right now, but I had to send this to friends so here you go.
now THAT is poetry. I am impressed. I'm just not the 'love-like' kind of person, so the most recent deviation doesn't seem al that great to me but that's just a personal taste.