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Clink!

Posted: May 20, 2013 by katlynmollett in Cash: The Man in Black, KatlynM

One by one the coins clunked in the jar.

The cold coins hit the glass.

I don’t know how many months I saved coins.

I collected every cent I had.

I sent John to voice lessons

John’s a natural; he can go far.

Somehow I just know he can.

– Carrie Rivers Cash

A Calling

Posted: May 10, 2013 by katlynmollett in Cash: The Man in Black, KatlynM

Every Sunday they’d come to church.

Jack, would memorize every Bible verse he could read

But J.R.?

J.R. memorized every hymn.

J.R. picked up the guitar when he was twelve

That’s when he became John

Something changed inside of him.

He found John.

Dyess

Posted: May 10, 2013 by katlynmollett in Cash: The Man in Black, KatlynM

20 acres

All for cotton and a five room house

Everyday the same routine

Get up, pick cotton, go to bed

Living on a farm is tough

Jack’s hand me downs mama gave me

my brother’s pants a size too big

sun baked skin

blistering rays that never seem to die down

and freezing winters

20 acres of Dyess

20 acres of a new home

a new life

a new J.R.

Disagreements

Posted: May 10, 2013 by katlynmollett in Cash: The Man in Black, KatlynM

Kingsland, Arkansas

The place I called home.

At an early age, I learned my parents weren’t perfect.

Their constant disagreements

Even before I was born mamma and daddy couldn’t agree

Always contradicting each other

That’s how I ended up with my name J.R.

No meaning

just initials

Just of out of seven children

J.R.

Alone

Posted: March 26, 2013 by katlynmollett in KatlynM

I am backed up against a wall.

How can a five letter word hurt so much?

Death.

It knocks the air out of my lungs

 causing me to  gasp for air, and I collapse on the ground.

Teary eyes look down at me

“She’ll be okay” they mutter

 trying to convince me but also themself.

My eyes look up at them disconnected.

My body goes cold, and my vision is blurred.

My body is a shell for this cold soul to dwell.

I am alone.

I am alone.

When my back is up against the wall,

it is the only support I have.

Change

Posted: March 26, 2013 by katlynmollett in KatlynM

I guess I didn’t realize that one day you’d grow up.

That one day we’d wake up, and you would be taller than I am.

For thirteen years, I have lived across the hall from you.

Our bedrooms parallel.

Thirteen years of thinking how little and fragile you are.

You are my little sister.

So, why do you look so mature?

My little sister is gone,

 and the room beside of me

 is occupied by someone much older.

Someone that doesn’t need my help or advice.

Someone with real dilemmas

and someone I have yet to take the time to know.

Maybe I was crazy for thinking we would stand still in time.

Maybe I was crazy for thinking

the face that sits beside me

 at the dinner table would never change.

Is this what happens overtime?

We change and we grow?

We find the person we are meant to be….

but in the end we lose each other?

Broken

Posted: March 26, 2013 by katlynmollett in KatlynM

I have a secret.

It’s as deadly as venom as it rushes through my veins.

Making my heartbeat slower and my eyes disconnected.

I’m unplugged thinking that  what I’m doing to myself is okay.

Starving yet only craving control.

I think she knows.

She has to know.

My mother was always one step ahead.

As the lies buzz around me like bees,

 I continue to say “Yes, I ate.” or  “No, I am not hungry.”

, and I swat them away convincing myself they will never sting me.

I ‘m breaking.

How do you pick up the pieces and become stronger?

That’s the secret no one will share with me.

The headaches appear and my vision goes blurry.

I’m in a fog, and I can’t find my way out.

Call out!

Point me in the right direction!

Because I’m Broken.

If I had a Life to Live by Katlyn Mollett

Posted: January 29, 2013 by katlynmollett in KatlynM

If I had a life to live

I could fold my sorrows, into a paper plane

 and watch as it sailed away

If I had a life to live

all my questions would be answered

I wouldn’t have to ask why

If I had a life to live

I would paint the sky pink

and watch it as I fell asleep

If I had a life to live

I would make all my wildest dreams come true

If I had a life to live

I would see that to be true

In This World

Posted: January 29, 2013 by katlynmollett in KatlynM

Somewhere in this world

someone is trying to fall asleep

tossing, turning, forcing themselves to count sheep

Somewhere in this world

someone has failed a test

 and they put their head down on their desk.

Somewhere in this world

the sun is rising, and the moon is sinking.

someone is falling head over heels,

 and someone wonders how they will receive their next meal.

Childhood by Katlyn Mollett

Posted: January 29, 2013 by katlynmollett in KatlynM

Childhood is running through the mud with bare feet.

Childhood is catching fireflies in mason jars.

Childhood is not caring if you match your clothes.

Childhood is running home from the bus after school.

Childhood is pigtails.

Childhood is losing your first tooth and smiling to reveal the gap in your teeth.

Childhood is being everyone’s best friend.

Childhood is imagining your floor is hot lava as you jump from rug to rug.

Childhood is Childhood is hide and seek.

Childhood is listening to stories before you go to sleep.

Childhood is being afraid of the dark.

Childhood is your favorite stuffed animal.

Childhood is ring around the roses and popsicles.

Childhood is the piece of candy your grandma sneaks you before dinner.

Childhood is wonderful.

Childhood is simplicity.

I’m a Dreamer by Katlyn Mollett

Posted: October 10, 2012 by katlynmollett in KatlynM

I am a dreamer.

I want to yell, but instead I whisper.

I see my existence everywhere I turn.

I see myself in the calm of night.

I am calm too.

I am the census no one returns.

I am calmer than the ocean waves.

I am not as sure as the stars, which know their purpose.

That’s not me.

Will it ever be?

Don’t relate me to your stereotypical image.

I am not socially awkward.

Don’t say I am the hunter, when I am the prey.

Don’t match my outer appearance to my inner.

Please feel my heartbeat.

Feel the blood rush through my veins.

Look into my eyes and see my story.

Watch me shine, though not as bright as the luminous stars.

Watch me  fall, but I will regain my balance.

See joy in my eyes and hope in my step.  Watch as the rain showers over me, making me the person I am.

Watch me as I regain my voice, and hear me as I yell.

Vivian’s I am From Story

Allison’s I am From Digital Story

Ethan’s I am From Story

Grace’s I am From Story

Kailee’s I am From Story

Kelsey’s I am Fro Story

Peyton’s I am From Story

Katlyn’s I am From Story

Betsy’s I am From Story

Joseph’s I am From Story