I'm pretty much psyched about posting the excerpt from my book here on my blog! Thank you for all the wonderful comments, views, followers, and likes of my writer page on facebook! I will be posting another excerpt shortly...not sure when but soon! I'm happy that people are realizing my talent. I want to take a second and realize other people's loves, passions, and talents. I am writing, it is what I do and what I love.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Is it you hearing my shattered cries?
Under all this scar-filled skin,
Under every faint beat of the heart,
When you can’t find the courage or the will to start,
Under the tears and blood on my face,
Under my truths,
Under the attitude that I can’t control,
I, think I was given an unchangeable role,
Under this self-governing queen,
Why am I still searching for the perfect king?
Under all the bruises, scars, and busted lip,
Oh, that witch has got you whipped,
I lost my true qualities,
Under all my long dyed hair,
Do my dreams and aims even compare?
Under this held up mask,
Oh no, here I am,
Sunday, October 9, 2011
You’re all that I want,
And all that I do miss,
As your smell still lingers on my jacket,
And your touch still slowly plays on my arm.
So much about you has made me realize that you were so perfect,
Or is it just the fight that can separate a soul?
But not harm him one bit,
Not even a tear,
Smooth as they are,
How can it not pain him?
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Knowing you thrills me because I am no longer sad on my own like today.
But wanting you everyday when I can't have you is the worst because you no longer love me enough to stay.
This is how we were before you figured out I wasn't good enough for you to love me anymore. But you wouldn't care even if you remembered. If you loved me in the first place, you would have stayed.
Jupiter by Katy Mckallister Ft. Shannon Mckallister
Thursday, August 18, 2011
I've loved but haven't seen, all I've seen was a life within a dream. Now it will completely stay, as if I'm dreaming my whole life away. All that we do see, is it a life within a dream?
If life is what's left out, then what am I screaming about? Thus I am in too deep. I think I thought that I shall weep. Weep, why weep? Can any mountain be too steep?
Rather if it's falling off a mountain, or playing in a fountain. I don't know what kind of dream this is. Whether it's a nightmare or a dream, I'm still lonely and still unseen.
Whether the world is in a flood, or has falling droplets of blood; hurt or pain, tears or rain. I just want to wake up from my bed, because the whole wide world seems so dead.
I've drowned from my own eye's tears, and been scared by my own true fears. I'm in a circle of invisibility unseen. I can't see them either. How can this be?
My own true sorrow now awaken, though my heart has many times been taken. Through times it is still breaking. To the world I am unknown, all I love, I guess I loved alone.
I'll take the chance and turn away. Night is taken away by day. I'll take the chance that I've been given. In agony and suffering from this world, I'll keep living. I'll keep on living.
Life within a dream isn't what is seems. One day I'll wake up, and it will all just be a dream.