I'm sort of archiving my poems in here. I wrote these a long time ago, but I wanted to keep them in here, so...here's some of Katie's old poems. Lj-cutted for your viewing pleasure.

The Artist
A light little spritzy thing about art

The artist gently shapes the sky
The potter molds the clay
The bird sings on the sill nearby
Recounting the glorious day

The poetess lifts her ready pen
The paper gives consent
To the wishes of the creative soul
On which the pen is bent

The violinist tunes his strings
And fits the waxen bow
And pays his melody so sweet
For one or all to know

A painter bears his ready heart
For all the world to see
His canvas laden with the strokes
Of passion and harmony

Whatever canvas you might use
Clay, instrument, or ink
An artist lives in all of us
All we must do is think

Light Bringers Few
My first ever poem.

People scream and people cry
People keep on asking why.
Am I the only one?
The only one who sees the truth
The only one to see the light
The only one to get it right?
In a world so dark and lost
Does no one know he paid the cost?
What do I do, what do I say?
Was it all supposed to be this way?
I nearly feel as dark as the rest
And I am the one who must pass the test.
Am I strong enough to carry it out?
I am afraid I am not that stout.
I’m hurt inside from the loss I find,
Can no one understand my mind?
Can no one see the way I see?
Does no one see the light like me?
Some I see are light-seers too,
Can we help them all with such a few?
I’m afraid I’m not that brave,
To try to talk when they rant and rave.
Can we make them see like we do?
Can we make them light-seers too?
I’m afraid to try, afraid of what I’ll find,
Can we make them see, those so unkind?
But us few, though few we may be,
Have the light with us, us seers who see.
So now everything is a little brighter
It’s all just a little bit lighter
And it’s enough to carry me through,
And I know, I’m safe with you.
We may not make them all see like we do,
But we will try our best, us light-bringers few.

Blind
My second or third, wrote this a long time ago. Sounds like Dr. Suess, I know. And it's enormous.

You’re yelling and screaming
At something up there
Something you know
Can’t possibly care.

You think it’s me
That you spit at and curse
But what really lurks
Is something much worse

He’s whispering softly
His voice sounds so sweet
He’s the slipperiest thing
That you ever did meet.

I’m trying to tell you,
That I really do care
But in all this struggle,
You get caught in his snare.

He’s telling you lies
About you and about me
My voice is not so sweet
As that of lying he.

But he does not have
The love for you I do
The compassion, the care
The thoughtfulness true.

You’re building a picture of me
That’s a lie
I’m trying to tell you
I try and I try

But you won’t listen
All you do is fight
You’re blinded by him
To all that is right.

You stare up at the sky
Looking for me too
But I’m not in the sky,
I’m right here beside you.

You turn your back
Refuse to see
You’ve lost all sight
Of everything that is me.

But you’re not happy
The way you are
So you yell at me
As if I were far

I want you to come
Please just come back
But I can’t give you
The faith that you lack

I have to let you
Stray back on your own
I can’t make you
A perfect clone.

But you’re set against me
Convinced that I loathe
All that you are
And for all that you strove

The thing you hated
You thought you knew
But it wasn’t me, my friend
It was you.

It was you all along
That you yelled at so much
It was you, my dear friend
Who had you in your clutch

But if it was you,
Then where had I been?
Right here all along
My dearest dear friend

But would you see?
Feel the touch of my hand?
Would you break away?
Would you understand?

You could not see me,
So what I had to do
Was give a part of me
To get back all of you

I could only hope
That you would accept
The price that I paid
And the tears that I wept

I could only hope
That you would see
Who I really am
And truly love me.

The Longings of a Heart
A little cliche and annoying.

Oh but to know
To see, to hear
To find what you seek
To make it clear

Oh but to speak
Say what you mean
Let your heart spill forth
Let it be seen

Oh but to hear
The thoughts of those
Enigmatic souls
Which our hearts chose

Oh but to touch
For a moment thus
That which we reach for
But pull back we must

These are such
The longings of a heart
If we don’t begin
We shall never have to part

Starry Night
This is probably my favorite.

Clouded by blackened darkness deep
I shake with fear in my sleep
A cry of woe escapes my lips
As I flee night's darkened ships

But through the blanket of the night
Blink pinpricks of hope and light
And as I gaze expectedly
My blindness lifted and I see

The dancing stars swell in the night
Swirling, twirling, blessed bright
They emanate with joy and glee
Emotions overwhelming me

Oh how my heart doth leap
Yea, and my fears must weep
Foe of my soul, quake and flee
At God's billion eyes that watcheth me.

The end!