Kristine's poetry book (journal)

[KRISTINE "LOTTE" DAY]

I'm miss autonomy, miss nowhere
I'm at the bottom of me
Miss androgyny, miss don't care
What I've done to me

I am miss-used, I don't wanna do
Be not your slave
Miss guided, I don't mind it
I'm missin' the train

I'm miss fortune, miss so soon
Miss matter, you had her
Now she's goin' away

I'm miss used, miss construed
I don't need to be saved
Miss slighted, I mind it
I'm stuck in the rain

And as I watch you
disappear into the ground
My one mistake was
that I never let you down
So I'll waste my time
and I'll burn my mind
On miss nothing, miss everything

I miss everything


lyrics by the pretty reckless but it's her playby so i thought why not this will be poetry

[KRISTINE "LOTTE" DAY]

a sonnet about tuberculosis, by kris:


Gold pours o’er your shoulder in the light
It quivers in the sun.
Your calm chills my unending flight,
It leaves me pale; undone.
An ashen curtain covers you
And red vines hold their sway;
Your broken body then withdrew.
They took your breath away.
But if I spin your life again—
That one frayed strand aglow—
Please think about me now and then,
And in my arms, you’ll grow.
We hesitate to call it love,
This pain we both were built up of.

[KRISTINE "LOTTE" DAY]

Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
thou, I said,
art sure no craven
To the image you have graven
to the name you have forsaken

No, Lotte is always brave and
does just what she ought

Except when she does not,
her soul be torn and fraught,
and, plagued by this black rot,
dies in your blind spot