Poetry – Katrina Van Tassel

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Woman
daughter
only child
blooming lass
plump and ripe
rosy-cheeked
coquette

(A little poem inspired by the character from Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”)

A Look Inside My Personal Journal!

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I didn’t really have a good idea for a blog post today, so here are a few random little bits of prose from my journal that I like and thought I’d share:

I want to cause chaos. I want the entire world to feel the insecurities and fragility that creates the glass enclosure I dare not shake or shatter.

I lean towards darkness, but not cruelty or evil. The comforting dark. The mysterious dark. The exciting dark. The natural dark. The darkness inside is strong, but it need not be frightening. 

I believe in justice, in fairness, in self protection, and in reflecting negativity back to its source, but I do not believe in malevolence. 

I should have been a whore when I was younger. I was a good girl – I ran from impropriety. I feared intimacy. I swam in self-doubt and self-consciousness. I was afraid to be sexual. I was afraid to be sensual. I was afraid to be attractive. 

Poetry – Tip Her

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(The following slightly risque poem was inspired by a passage from Ulysses by James Joyce, which turned out to be a lot dirtier (and nonsensical) than I thought it would be lol.)

Stop. Knocking.
Silly man!
Want women by the score?
Quit throwing flowers
at their feet
and singing sappy
songs outside
in your feathered cap.
Gifts? Words? Music?
No.
Tip her.
Tap her.
Top her.