Little Girls

They bat their eyes...

These adult little girls.

Can cry on demand.

Throw tantrums. 

Act devastated by the aftermath

Of the destruction they created in the first place .

Clueless little things.

Did you get bored, Sweetheart? 

Did the love of a real man

And the maternal responsibility

Become a burden on your social schedule? 

Poor baby. 

Overwhelmed by the life

Others pray to God for.

You juggled lives and hearts,

Letting all that was good and innocent

Crash to the ground

From your careless clumsy hands.

I pity your loss...

But thank you just the same.

Exposed
Acrylics on Canvas
Artist:Kate Hart

Forgettable

A speed bump at most

No poem for you at all

Only a haiku 

Beneath Me

Predictable you.

A bore.

A yawn or two, at most.

It's comical,

Magnificent,

The clarity that time provides.

I loved you?

The tiny slimy creature that you are?

The dirt under my shoes?

We shared a cigarette once.

You seemed 10 feet tall.

Exhaling the smoke,

And implanting yourself into the next decade of my "life".

Screaming for your attention,

Like a neglected child.

Trying to save you...

Rescue you from yourself...

At the cost of everything there was left of me.

For  what?

Turned tables?

Slammed doors?

Black eyes?

I deserved it I suppose...

To have my soul drained,

My mind bruised,

For loving something...

As beneath me as you.

Freak Show
Acrylic on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart

Primp Session

Good morning, mirror reflection

Incidentally, I resent you
Your judgmental stare
The way you magnify and broadcast my every flaw and insecurity so callously
Like a spiteful ex lover would

You look me in the eyes
Even less than strangers do

Side Show
Mixed Media on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart

Opinion

Billions evolve over time, experience, circumstance
And here I stand on this one view
Unmovable
Unshakable
And completely irrelevant.

Opinion
Acrylic on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart

Soul Sister

(For Rory)

There is a hole in my heart
Where you left to join the sky
But you left the light of your spirit behind
To hold me over

I did a cartwheel today
And laughed
And cried
And felt you

I watched a bird struggle to fly
And I only thought of myself
Not you...
I only picture you soaring

Soul Sister

Acrylics on Canvas

Artist: Kate Hart

Drown Me

At night I close my eyes to dream
Then open them to join the light of a new day
The last and first of these moments are always consumed with thoughts of you
They are both my joy and my fear

To possess the high regard and genuine care of another soul
Can be so uplifting and so dreadfully terrifying at the same time

If you never love me, I will lose nothing
If you never touch me, I will miss nothing

I'm safer in my world of independence
Where loneliness is just a quick visiting enemy
That shows its ugly face briefly
But is easily chased off by distraction of any and every kind

But love?
Love has a violent way of wearing an attractive face
Of digging through a ribcage
With no concern of the blood and guts it eats through
To make its way into a heart that fights vulnerability like the plague it is

I look into your eyes
And drown there
My natural reaction to run away
As though my life depended on it

But when I linger there
Beyond that horrifying "run for the hills" first second
I can see myself in the reflection
And suddenly want to reside there for the next 50 years or so

I guess joy and fear can coexist as a healthy balance
I could be completely wrong
Probably
My point is...
I am choosing to be happy
Even though I am petrified
So... Look into my eyes
And drown me, please