Explore
Sign Up
Login

Katie L Morris

PO# 487723
United Kingdom
United Kingdom
Debut Book 'On The Purple Horizon' coming July 4th 2019 kindle version available to pre-order now! Instagram /Twitter @klmorris_poerty
April 9, 2019
 

No. 154

They all told her
she was beautiful.
How could she
believe them,
when she has no
love for herself.

-Katie L Morris
@klmorris_poetry

LETTRS 2019 STAMP
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
April 4, 2019
 

I guess that's life.

The truth is,
I don't know how to love myself.
As the monster,
With his claws round my throat refuses to let go,
Dragging me further into the undergrowth.
Fangs penetrating my flesh,
Filling my body with a hatrid filled poison,
The poison that keeps me trapped.
Disgusted, I relapse.
Entitled to believe,
Maybe I am escaping,
Escaping my inner prison.
Till the hands tighten,
Gasping for air,
I have to admit,
Atleast I got this far.
Life was never supposed to be fair.

-Katie L Morris
@klmorris_poetry

POETRY MONTH
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
1
April 3, 2019
 

Learn to love you.

Sometimes you just need someone to be there,
Listen to your fears,
Understand your reasons,
Someone who isn't too pushy,
But pushed you inches out of your comfort zone,
Enabling you to walk the yellow brick road without prompting,
Someone who will simply hold your hand,
Without placing their fingers somewhere else,
Sometimes a hug will do,
Reassurence that you can learn to love you.

-Katie L Morris
@klmorris_poetry

POETRY MONTH
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
1
March 14, 2019
 

A virgin mother

A fragile life forms,
nestled safely within the lining
of a young woman's womb.
Away from the old-fashioned noise,
of prying eyes and obstinate minds,
already projecting unwanted advice.
Planting landmines
of self-doubt,
bashing down doors,
barging into the room,
where the mother-to-be
is down on her knees,
praying she can stay strong,
until her baby is born.
While walls of confidence
crumble, tumble, to the floor.

Months pass slowly,
labour quickly approaches.
Unforgiving voices hack away at dreams and hopes.
Voices of the people she depends upon the most.
Choices left and right,
difficult to decide.
To be sliced open layer by layer,
or push through an opening centim...

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
0
0
March 3, 2019
 

Trust fall.

I need you.
Will you catch
Me when I
F
A
L
L
Or drop me
In the dirt
As if I mean
Nothing at all.

@klmorris_poetry

ART OF WRITING
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
March 3, 2019
 

Blood runs red.

Blood
R
  U
   N
     S
Through my veins
Keeping me alive and okay
If I cut deep enough
The blood
R
  U
    N
      S
Red.

@klmorris_poetry

FEEL IT WRITE IT
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
March 1, 2019
 

Flaws and all.

She was the woman,
I had always
Dreamt to be,
Silk like hair,
Auburn in colour,
Resting on the small
Of her back,
Eyes that always
Shined,
No matter what was
On her mind,
Skin, flawless,
Caught second glances,
But no,
I no longer dream
To be her,
I am happy
With my brown hair
That rests on my shoulders,
I am happy
With my Hazel eyes
That only glimmer when I cry,
I am happy
In the skin I am in
Flaws and all.

@klmorris_poetry

ORIGINAL
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
0
February 28, 2019
 

Show me you love me

Prove your love
For me
Not by cutting
Off your arm
As a gift
Kiss my forehead
Cup my face
Hold my hand
Show me that
You're here to stay
Right by my side
Forever and always.

@klmorris_poetry

MAKE YOUR MARK
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
February 27, 2019
 

Last one standing

The bitter truth,
Hides within,
Those doubtful,
Eyes,
Hiding behind,
The walls you've,
Built so high,
Finding solitude,
In a room of
Empty promises,
No one warned you.
How did you turn
Out like this?
Grab the pickaxe,
Bash at your walls,
Knock them down,
Until the last one,
Standing tall,
Is you.

@klmorris_poetry

MAKE YOUR MARK
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
3
0
January 1, 2019
 

Each and every one of my organs are failing,
My mental state, derailing,
Don't you see,
I can no longer breathe for myself,
I need you to breathe for me,
This isn't how I wanted us to end,
This is how God wanted it to be,
I am ever so sorry,
I never planned to leave you behind,
I realise now,
Life isn't always kind,
But the day I was given you,
You already took my breathe away,
So please,
Keep it,
You see, I no longer need it,
Every breath you continue to make,
Means my memory is still in place.

HAPPY 2019
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
0
December 5, 2018
 

I spat evil words at her,
as though she meant nothing.
I made her feel unworthy,
when in reality she was too good for me.
I made my voice boom loud,
to seem superior,
to keep her bound.
I scared her.
Yet she still stuck around.
She would never find a fault,
she would make up my excuses.
Blaming herself.
Destroying herself.
Knowing it was all on me.
She would forgive me,
time and time again.
Look at what I've done.
At what I've created.
A burden I cannot bare.
Tomorrow she will awaken.
For me not to be there.
She will be sad at first.
One day she will see.
I didn't leave to hurt her.
I left to set her free.

HEARTBREAK
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
0
November 22, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

What I need from you

I long for the day when you hold my hand.
Because that is what I need from you.
When you pull me close and tell me I have nothing to fear,
is the day my lungs will be able to breathe again.
Lost in anxiety unable to leave my bed.
Drag me out of the comforting duvet,
and comfort me instead.
The day my bed is no longer my safe place,
is the day your shoulder becomes it.
My tears soaking your shirt instead of my pillow.
Revealing to you my over imaginative mind,
Rather than holding it all inside.
That is what I need.
That is what I need from you.  
Katie Louise Morris
Ig: @klmorris_poetry

Thumb_letter_signature_1542904318
HAPPY THANKSGIVING 2018
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
0
November 20, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Flowers are most beautiful when the rain is regular,
but not constant.
When the sun glows brighter,
but not blinding.
Our lives are the same.
We benefit from small downpours.
We shine beneath rays of sunlight.
We go though yearly cycles,
where somethings are supposed to never change.

Katie Louise Morris
Ig: @klmorris_poetry

Thumb_letter_signature_1542712025
K
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
November 11, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

I did scream.

I screamed.
I know I screamed.
But you could not hear me.
No one could hear me.
My silent screams,
echoed in my brain,
unable to get out.
My mouth opened, but
my throat remained shut.
Refusing to let out my fear.
I needed to scream.
I swear I did, but
my lungs closed up.
I did scream!

Katie Louise Morris

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
0
November 10, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

It’s Okay. Rocks are made to be tough.

Our love is like a tidal wave.
I am the wave, you are the rocks.
Continuously crashing into one another.
No matter how bad the damage,
our lips always return to touch.
Bodies colliding, much too rough.
It’s okay, rocks are made to be tough.
The water splashing up at you,
slapping you in the face.
When the ocean get’s angry,
the rocks just sit and wait;
for the storm to be over.
Our love is like a tidal wave.
Beautiful yet, dangerous,
perfectly safe for us.

Katie Louise Morris

Thumb_letter_signature_1541873086
WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
3
0
November 8, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

What is poetry?

Poetry is the good and bad
                the misunderstood
                the laughed at.
Poetry is the notions I make
                to make myself a
                better person day
                by day.
Poetry is the heartbreak and
                sorrow, the
                will I see tomorrow.
Poetry is mesmerising for the
                mind, beauty
                within the lines.
Poetry is the special link in
                my life.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
November 6, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Listen with all your soul.

Listen to her when she speaks.
She does not speak often, but
when she does,
she speaks with all her soul.
So listen with all of yours.
If you do not,
you will miss hear her.
Making her feel as if she means,
nothing at all.

Katie Louise Morris

Thumb_letter_signature_1541521431
WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
November 5, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Shallow.

You found me,
Pulled me out from under the dirt,
Brushed me off, and
Held my hand.
Stood by me through everything,
Even when it was never your plan.
You were hurting inside,
I could always tell,
I would be there for you,
And protect you from it all,
Yet it was never,
Never enough.
You continued to fall.
You continued to drown yourself.
I was the lifeguard,
Dragging you back to the surface.
Saving you from yourself.
You loved me with all your heart.
You loved me way too much.
You thought you were saving me,
Yet i was the one left alone and hurt.
What you thought was a selfless act,
Had selfish consequences.
You just didn’t stick around to see.

Katie Louise Morris
@klmorris_poetry

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
November 3, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Hours Lost

It’s such a shame,
The time we missed out on.
The minutes,
The hours,
The days,
Lost.
I wish we could have had more time.
But, sadly we cannot.

Katie Louise Morris

WOMAN
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
0
November 1, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Faded Dreams

What once were so colourful,
now only screen in black and white.
Dreams filled with joy and laughter,
now abandoned, with no light in sight.
The nightmares have taken over.
Removing all happiness from my sleep.
Faded dreams set out to destroy me.
Rewarded by my silent screams.

Katie L Morris

COZY FALL
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
0
October 30, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Hold me

My love for you
Grows stronger
by the day.
You make me happy
Even when
the sky is gray.
You bring me
sunshine
On the rainy days.
You pull me close
Scaring my
demons away.

RETRO LOVE
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
3
0
October 28, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Fiery leaves fall from,
the cold, crisp trees.
The moon comes out to play,
earlier now. And, scares away
the sun, later in the day.
The air is chilly and fresh.
The same breeze you get from,
opening a freezer.
It almost hits you in the face.
Winter threatens itself upon us,
but, it’s not quite here yet.
Children’s excitement builds,
ready for halloween.
Dress up and candy,
without any fear.
It really is the most beautiful
time of the year.

Katie L Morris

LET GIRLS LEARN
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
October 27, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Anorexia (trigger warning)

I lie to you.
I build up this idea in your head.
I make sure you are scared.
I see you are getting weaker.
I see you do not have much strength left.
This is because, every-time you refuse to eat,
you grow weaker. But, you are feeding me. Your little “friend” inside your head.
You cry yourself to sleep.
I laugh watching you weep.
I kind of hoped you would be stronger.
I thought it would be harder than this.
It turns out, you were the perfect meal.
For me to infest.

You look ugly now.
Even uglier than before.
I see each and every one of your bones.
They are my trophies I win,
each time you fall to the floor.
You still haven’t told anyone I’m here.
Not that anyone ...

LET GIRLS LEARN
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
5
0
October 23, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Save me from my fate.

Drowned by the unknown.
Choked by the hatred.
Hands wrapped tightly,
around my weak throat.
Dragging me further,
into that place I dare not go.
I prayed for escape.
Interlinking my thin fragile fingers,
raising them to my chest.
I prayed for so long,
with no apparent answer.
Where was he, when I
needed him most?
He left me on this Earth,
to starve.
He left my body to roast.
I continue to wait. Hoping,
someday he will hear my prayers.
And, save me from my fate.

WHITE CLOCK
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
October 23, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Marked across my stomach,
and my breasts.
I told myself,
they didn’t matter.
But, I have to confess.
I know they are souvenirs,
from doing something
mothers do best.
Carrying my precious children, and feeding them by breast.
I’m told I should be proud, yet
I’m feeling overwhelmed.
And slightly left out,
from the thrill, always talked about.
It isn’t always as great as I thought it would be.
But nevertheless,
I love them, and
they love me.
The marks they left behind,
are now a part of me.
A beautiful memory.

Katie Louise Morris

WHITE CLOCK
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
October 20, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Dearest Me (First Place)

There is a lot you’ve overcome.
You need to continue being strong.
I know life seems to have a way
of getting you down, but
you must stand your ground.
Continue making the most of
the life you’ve been given.
No matter the issues risen.
You have beat your worst,
bullying and anorexia.
You have been through,
hell on Earth.
It’s time you knew your worth.
Stop kicking up the dirt.
Put a smile on your face.
Continue your race, and
when you cross the finish line,
you’ll have won first place.

FOCUS AND WIN
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
3
0
October 18, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Like a flower caught in the rain.
       Your petals wont always be the same.
               Sometimes they feel the pain.
        So, lean your stem towards the light.
And, your future will always remain bright.

Katie Louise Morris

NEVER GIVE UP
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
2
0
October 16, 2018
 

The darkness seems as though
it will stay.
Whilst I’m left wishing, it will go away.
Hope gets me through, the day.
Praying for the light,
to shine my way.
I need the goodness,
to scare off the bad.
I need the light life,
I’ve always wished to have.

Katie Louise Morris

WHITE CLOCK
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
3
1
October 15, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

                      Rain pouring
                           Against
                          My open
                            Chest
                          With the
                           Desire
                       To cleanse
                             Me.

-Katie Louise Morris

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
1
1
October 13, 2018
Peterborough, United Kingdom

Life is like a box of chocolates.
A wide selection of unknown treats.
You never know what your tastebuds may meet.
Some may be sour.
And, some may be sweet.
But, each one, in the long run,
will definitely be a treat.

You overcome the bad.
And, welcome the tasty.
But, you will forever remember the bad,
greatly.
That is not a negative,
you learn from your mistakes.
But, isn’t that just,
what makes our life so great.

Katie Louise Morris

WHITE CLOCK
Thumb_1556820647
PO#487723
4
1