Y.O.Y.O

Venture is for the novice

And rest is for the worn

Live it up today

In half your life is torn

With youth comes invitation

To live without compel

With age comes obligation

You'll yearn for tales to tell

Must you delay your life?

You will never truly live

Take lead of the moment

You have not years to give

So seize them, milk, them, suck them dry

And set your brave soul free

If you're only young once and you live it so

Forever young you'll be

Words Jump Out

Words jump out
And capture your soul
You bring to life
The story that's told

Igniting a flame
You throw a stone
Like fire that's wild
And waves that roam

But the seas die down
And the trees to ashes
Giving life to new pages
With words and dashes

Journeys begin
Legends live on
Shared then forgotten
But never gone

A Field of Thoughts

Tiny white dots

In a vast dark sky
"Great? Are they?"

You wonder why

They do so little

They twinkle, they blink

Great should describe
Much more some think

Well take your time

Don't glance, but gaze

You'll find a field

Of thoughts to graze

Twinkle and blink?
They do much more

They're tiny knobs
To a million doors

You see one fly

One wish for you

But you must be the one

To make it true

The sky is not the limit

The sky is the key

The stars will shine

To unlock your dreams

Your Heart Can No Longer Mourn

The truth lies within your heart
But your heart lies to your head
While your heart is warm and pounding inside
It tells your brain that its dead

And all the while your heart pretends
To search for life again
But it's quite content with the shape it's in
Though, your brain is still misled

And I know why your heart is so sly
When it goes to playing these games
With a broken promise to your head
Your heart is filled with shame

It vowed never to love again
From the fear of it's wounds be torn
Your head just wants to protect your heart
But your heart can no longer mourn

My Story

Hey guys! My name is Katie Jo. So I have this thing that I do. I write poetry. Not very many people have ever read my poetry because I never tell anyone about it. Recently, I started asking myself why. Why don't I ever tell anyone about my poems? My poetry is very real and sacred to me. They are the stories of my soul. I don't want to read just anyone a poem of mine to let it go in one ear, get sloshed around for a bit, and then high-tailed out of the other. They are your stories too! I want to hear them! I want to hear how something deep inside of me, that I have felt, has touched the heart and soul of others. Tell me how you have interpreted my poems and tell me your story. I think it would also be great inspiration for me.