I've always loved writing, and probably always will... I've always been told it was good, but, as you know, to a little kid, you always say that. So, I guess the reason I post my pieces are for feedback and to be inspired.
I'm searching for something to believe in, but lately, I'm left to my own words. My own writing- my own heart- my own soul. That's all I have left. I've lost people I ... more »
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Katherine Bryce Poems
People change, and so have you, I never want to know, the truth within you.
That Man I Once Knew
After forgetting for so long, I am now starting to remember, after the lines were drawn, they've now been erased.
My bags are packed, my heart is racing, but yet I still decide, to stop and look once more.
as we say our final good-byes I won't be fully there I'll be thinking of time we shared and what it'll be like without you
I look back and think, of all the time, I spent dreaming, a foolish dream.
I used to be a dreamer, and hope for the best, but then I fell below, with the rest.
Faith grows stronger, day by day, with or without you, here to stay.
I Love How
I love how, I can finally smile, and not have to, try and fake it.
I wish you knew me
</>i wish you knew me, like i know you, we're one in the same, and one in heart.
I'm nothing more than who I choose to be I will stand tall I will be free
time slowly passes as I sit and wait for life to change and take me away
Place of Joy
A glistening gray path, encased on both sides by emerald green grass. Golden as the sun, leaves over my head,
Just Tell Me
What if I said, I know what is true, the thing hiding, deep down inside of you?
I can't help it, i just always do, get lost in those eyes, so deep and so bright.
Comments about Katherine Bryce
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
and so have you,
I never want to know,
the truth within you.
Your love seemed true,
if I only knew,
that i would end up,
hating you like I do.
I said no,
why can't it be,
just that easy,
for you to see.
I'm tired of this,
I'm sorry to say,
it will never work,
it'll never be the same.
So pack up your bags,
and walk out that door,
please don't make me,
I know you'll miss me,
but I won't miss you,
and please never return.