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| Poetry by Kathrine Von Ahnen | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Greetings. I'm Kathrine, I'm 17 years old and this is my page. Reserved for poetry and a some general stuff on witchcraft, and the like. I have not published any of my work, but I would like to. For now, I'd appreciate comments - both positive and negative criticism is welcome. I'd also appreciate it if you respect my work, that means no copying. I've written poems since I was about 11 or twelve, and I've found it to be a great channel of expression, almost therepautic if you will. I am an avid reader of other people's poetry. T. S. Eliot is my favorite. I also enjoy artists/bands with good lyrics. It makes the music that much more enjoyable. I am being urged by Friends and Teachers alike to pursue this talent I have been given, and this is the first step in that direction. My work had been deeemed slightly depressive by critics, but please, view it with an open mind and spirit and may my words touch you. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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I come from a very international backround. Due to the nature of my father's job, I've been moving around alot since I was 4 months old. I was born in Denmark, but raised in Luxembourg, Hong Kong and New York. I currently live and study in Stockholm, Sweden. I was raised in a christian family, but became an Atheist at the age of thirteen. The year after I stubled upon a book about white witchcraft and have been increasingly wiccan ever since. I live with my family - Mom, Dad, two younger sisters, and two Chihuahua puppies. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| A Poem - Here's a few, there are more to come as this site grows... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Solo | -------- I'm drifting throught this universe On a comet of irrational ideas A broken parachute on my back In case I should fall You can't catch me... Gawking at the brand new world at my fingertipe Grazing on the fields of solitary confection All the little happy people all the same all so far away behind their doubleplated glass and their solid locked doors sound alseep as I dance across their floors humming a tune to myself Accompanied by the rising falling notes of their stolen imagination I've jump off this simple earth this spinning, spinning globe broken the threads spun around me I'm not coming home Flying higher flying lightly glancing back once to bid this dreary life farewell then letting go Falling, slipping like the dew fell from the heavy petals falling like my mind fell from sanity. ...July 23, 1998... The Sea ---------------- Out of the clutches of the foam topped waves She sings So quietly The sound is eaten by the harsh winds Light rain falls An icy gust sends a shiver up her back She does not notice She is already numb Seconds are days As she watches the sea Turn an angry, turbid gray. The rain falls harder now Colder More hostile She does not blink Nor avert her stare she sees nothing She looks so hard All but the ocean mist has forsaken her Her hair so many matted strings Clinging to her body Seaweed Clinging to the boulders below The roar of the waves Does not reach her ears Her song is not so much a song As an invitation Her words are not so much words as forgotten lands Each drop stings like needles On her frail flesh That once only lover's kisses Graced Rising now slowly slowly Arms out Head down Swaying to and fro Gliding She imagines flying Like a little bird Soaring Would be like this Leaning of the edge Feeling the air beneath her limbs Her hair clinging to the boulders below The next wave washes her away. ...October 26, 1998..... Lonely ------------- I have an empty feeling in my stomach an aching pressure in my chest I feel alone incomplete A part of me is missing It's run away from home I can't really function and I can't really feel Only one can fill that void Only one voice reach my ears His presence brings this lonely corpse back to life. I'm afraid of tomorrow I'm afraid of the rising sun I lie in here with the curtains drawn Longing to hold him Red candlewax, like so many drops of blood on the floor the darkness of night, more a comfort than the harshness of light. My pillow is stained with salty tears I fight the coming dawn Because I know tomorrow will be just another Joke without a punch line That's always played on me Red-rimmed eyes Face pale and dull The only one who can make it all come back is gone. ...August 29, 1998... Short poem with no name --------------------------------------- Shivering in the Heart of an Icy flame Crying out even though there's No pain Laughing out loud to a tragedy in love. ...08.08.98... Perennial Dreamland ---------------------------------- Summer beneath the green leaves run in a mist Through the garden Summer play under the rain in the sunshine garden Night falls quicker now Bitter beauty - sleep my love Dream of a world far grander than this one May your drowsy visions hold the promise of a brighter spot in this garden Where the sun shines on you always Dream of a world full of vivid colors and make those dreams come true. Winter beneath the barren trees We leave the path Through the garden Winter I take my place here Under the snow In the shadow garden. ......December 18, 1998.....
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