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I drove my baby outta Istanbul
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
This was meant to be lyrics, sung as a song from my heart...
Late at night
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
You are drunk late one night and a sexy woman approaches you: BEWARE!
The Woods Beyond Hell (Renewed 2009)
A Story by
Kat-Marie Berti
The Woods Beyond Hell Prologue The light flickered off, leaving the room in semi-darkness, the shadows on the bare walls stretched to their fu..
Rain Dance
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
She runs, with arms held high To reach out and touch the sky A spell is cast from open lips The dance begins with moving hips To control the sky..
Werewolf
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
The curse comes as a shadow through the open window And she cries, howling to the full rising moon At night she lies wide awake in her unkept bed W..
The heart of death
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
Your heart is screaming in agony Is wilting like the petals of a dying rose Exploding into chunks of bloody gore Under the extreme emotions invadin..
How I See The World
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
I'm living through the sunset of your mind Who knows the wonders that you'll find Dig deep now, there's buried treasure to be found Never fear, all..
Rage
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
Make sure you catch me as I fall From the sky. here I come now Mistakes that I have made Come to haunt and torture me I'm never sure of what to do..
Memories
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
Memories take over your senses Override your thoughts and feelings Are your suffering at night And your dreams during the day You remember the lov..
C\'est pas la fin
A Poem by
Kat-Marie Berti
I wrote this poem in french class during college, the Monday after the Dawson Shooting, which I witnessed first hand a few years ago.
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