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                                                                            Slow down. Look around.                                     Think hard or think soft.
                                                                            Slow down. Look around.                                     Think hard or think soft.
Maybe if I were fast enough I'd finally outrun the tortoise.   I've studied closely: patience is key, patience is key; and yet, he just doesn't understand that speed is what I'm built for.  
  Organized Ramblings   A collection of various poems by Kate Emrich April 29, 2017    
I invite insight For with insight comes inner might Might I, with this might, grow? Will it bring out my soul to flow?
Stop. Look at yourself MAN. Feels weird having that title attached to you huh? You've grown in height, wisdom, and hair on your chest. Not to mention girls are starting to notice you.
A child's terrified eyes sees the world for the violent drunk it is One is not born immune to the immersive experience Of domination, damnation, Filthy bodies and even filthier minds.
I wear a mask on the hottest day, in the middle of winter. Everyday. I cannot go without my smiling mask. I bring it with me where ever I go. "Why?", some will ask. To hide a secret within.
This cliched little dance we've found; You cast a line: I nibble,  You close away and leave me wondering over my patter -  (too much, and  Have I offended?) ~ Shrug  
My life is full of glaring screens, And I should possibly know what they mean?
Do you hear me or are you on your phone some of the things my mom says when I am not mentally sound I get through the day making everything worth the wait to see my loving family  and wake up the next day 
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold, Enter this world as you are, Not as you are told- That you should be. Because that is not you, It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.  
Never fail to notice your intuition Enduring life When it becomes chaotic Compelled to make rapid decisions My mind is gifted
 When we rise in anyway, everything around us rise as if, the sun shine around us, saying we are the ligth, which one day,  will ligth it our path to succes, just following those deligthful colors which have infinity gloriness.
I'm envious towards the movies,  That's my only crime. Most take Marley, Coconut with the lime.   I'm Selective to necessity, Absorbent of the time. Transpose and Metamorphose,
In my mind's eye, I do not shed a tear for the meek The meek so trite Enveloped by spite Lapping up mouthfuls of melancholy Food for the souls of the misbegotten and bleak
Recumbent here I lie
    Waiting outside, day in day out, from the morning's beginning, till past the ninth inning. Crowded before work, people listen, read, write and wait... Persistent patience while the rain's delaying.
Sometimes I can go weeks without remembering   Why I write Why I jumble some poetic words and propel them into flight Off my fingertips and onto the screen Where sometimes while reading them I growl or beam
The Subconscious possesses my fragile fingers, tracing the rusted doorknob. My errant body ambles off, leaving the scent of presence behind. The inviting entrance embraces my hand delicately. Luring me into a House where
I envy Happiness; so callow and myopic.   Ignorant she is                 but happy she be. She would not be as        blissful if she was as learnt as me.   Happiness makes             wishes
Somebody once handed me a flyer. It read  “YOU EXIST”   The aftertaste of such an idea lasted long beyond the introduction   Existence. A vibrating silhouette of an idea
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