Kiwi Kait

Sadly, NZ has had a security breach via a medical database, and my identity has been compromised. Please confirm with me first via email if you see anything out of the normal for me. Thank you for your help and vigilance during this stressful time! Sincerely Kait King

I look into your face of Evil You choke me out twice You carry a kill pack at all times You may need a knife to slice It takes a certain kind of person to feel at home in a stranger’s house You creep around the sleeping hound as quiet as a mouse Your glinting blade catches the light from a night lamp in a little boy’s room You stand and watch him…

Me doing my thing at the Dargaville Club in Northland NZ There’s something about me that I don’t share much with my readers. Besides singing covers in a band called The Ready Groovers Band, I also write original songs with one of my very accomplished guitar playing members. Something amazing happens up there on stage. Not every time we play, but sometimes, and it only lasts for the song,…

I was reminded to clarify this, by a comment and I thank you; this is how it feels to the person who is so broken they can’t see any future or hope. Of course there are so many more options than suicide, but to the suicide victim there is not.

Time leapt away from me… It left me behind, behind some enemy line… Time jumped like a rabbit down a dark hole… skittishly aware of the scar on my Soul © Kait King, 2016

Crimes so heinous have made you famous While your victims lie deep in the dirt Your name is remembered with murder it is tempered Those left behind in a life drowned with hurt Your face is well known a killer repeatedly shown The victims in photographs quietly inert Kait King 2017

I know you’re With Mum, now But I miss you All the same I miss your constant meow And calling out Your name I miss you, My Harry Things are just Not the same You’re not lieing upside down On the driveway Or being a Major pain I don’t fall over you, Anymore And the fridge hasn’t Been scratched In a week I miss stroking your old body That once was young And sleek I miss…

I want the truth The truth about you Not the bullshit Covering your skin But the real you The real one within I want to see you To see you naked Stripped of all worldly things Nothing to hide behind Show me you Bare naked Let me into your mind Kait King 13th September 2018

“I am not thirsty – I am the tall glass of water.” Kait King 19. 12. 2024

It’s never easy talking about things that make us look weak in others’ eyes.  Like suicide, like depression – we know it is seen as ‘ not coping’ so we say nothing.  Saying nothing means nothing can change.  The same negative thoughts, the same repetitive hate talk, the same triggers to feeling overwhelmed don’t go away… But it’s never OK to talk about feeling like you want to kill yourself.…

Pre-Occupancy So nobody’s home Just cardboard cut-outs posed in my brain Memories I can’t let go Pre-Occupancy A way to survive Somehow to numb the pain Somehow to stay the child Pre-Occupancy Merely a distraction Something to hide any connection Anything to avoid taking action Pre-Occupancy © Kait King, 2017

Listen to an episode of my podcast: King Seat or Hell Hole: A creepy tale of an experience I had in an old insane asylum https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/King-Seat-or-Hell-Hole-A-creepy-tale-of-an-experience-I-had-in-an-old-insane-asylum-e14it96

Do you trust your instincts? It wasn’t immediate. I struggled for years – over-sharing, telling my whole life – like a 70’s song the Fugees breathed life into … But eventually, as time went on, I became aware of those instincts. The curling in my stomach, a whisp of a thought, the hair on the back of my neck standing up….so many signs I ignored in the beginning. Sometimes I look back at my…

I just wanted to be happy As baffling as that may seem I just wanted to spread Kindness Remove the idea of being mean I just wanted to have Peace As impossible as that seems but it’s ok, they say, to always have dreams There is no need to “stand your ground” It isn’t yours, for a start It will still be here When we’re not around It’s much better to leave a piece of your Heart © Kait King, 2016

I look into your face of Evil You choke me out twice You carry a kill pack at all times You may need a knife to slice It takes a certain kind of person to feel at home in a stranger’s house You creep around the sleeping hound as quiet as a mouse Your glinting blade catches the light from a night lamp in a little boy’s room You stand and watch him…

The pencil – it’s behind your ear, your glasses on your head You put them there the last time Why am I so brain dead? The shopping list sits smirkely – left behind on my unmade bed. The cat’s been fed twice this morning, He knows he’s well ahead. But where are my fucking glasses? Where I put them – on my head… I’ve been to and from the same room three times! With my forgetful, empty head. I…