I know there are some here that don't go into the creative corner message board so I thought I would post this here also. Please take care in reading. the first one can be quite prahic for some-----

Now that I know more graphic material is being allowed on the boards here are a couple poems found in my book. The name Katherine T Manne is not my biological name. I do not use my given name on line, but is the name I am publishing my poems under. Please take care in reading..


FLASHBACKS

Here you come again
never stopping, one two three, so fast
It's hard to breath and then
Once again I am back in the past.

No matter where I turn
Shadows all around me
So much pain, I feel the burn
"head" pounding so hard I can't see

Muscles contracting here and there
Smell of booze and shadow man
Pumping fast and hard, while more shadows stare
while holding me, their words drown out the fan

You are bad
This is what bad girls get
You have made the master mad
on and on the scenes go - set after set

Where will it end
and flashbacks no more?
Once again let me send
These flashbacks back behind thier locked door.

Copyright 2002 - Katherine T Manne

LETS TALK

Flashbacks go away
Lately you are everywhere I turn.
I know you want me to hear what you say
I probably have alot to learn.

I see the pictures that you show me
But they don't make sense going so fast.
Maybe if you slow down I will see
What you want to show me from the past.

I hear the sounds that you make
I sometimes can't tell what they should be.
So please for my sake
Talk clearer to me

I feel what you want me to feel
But you have made is so intense.
I feel like I am splitting apart instead of heal
you need to tone it down so it will make sense.

And OH Gosh WHAT is that smell
so pungent I can taste it
Seems like it seeped up straight from Hell
My point is: if I am to be sane you need to as (a past therapist name) would say - KNOCK OFF THIS *****

Copyright 2002 Katherine T Manne