I’m not sure why, but I’ve been experiencing something powerful these last few weeks. Maybe it’s due to writing this blog 5 days a week, maybe it’s the good Lord shining his countenance upon me, maybe it’s that chili I ate for dinner, but my creative juices, much like Miley, can’t be tamed. I guess I just have a lot of feelings. “I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school… I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy.” (She doesn’t even go here!) Anyway, I’m writing poems like I’m on fire. Literary, poetic fire. Much like the Goblet of Fire, but less goblet-y. More like a tankard.

My poetry is like the Tankard of Fire.

And though poetry is soooooo 2000 and late, I’m sure there are some people out there who still appreciate the written verse. So here are just some little things I’ve been working on. Some of these have already been posted on Facebook, which will be annoying for a few of you, but some are “unpublished” as they say in the publishing world. And most worlds. But maybe not Narnia. Ah, who am I kidding? Poetry is DEFINITELY published in Narnia. But probably not Mordor.


Stretching, climbing slowly
From the pit into which you threw me.
Trusting, so unassuming
I was yours though you never knew me.

Wretching, clawing deeply
To remove all that you made me
Thrusting, building walls
No longer being who you bade me.

Etching, burning surely
The pain you daily cause me
Busting, screaming out
Against what ceaselessly gnaws me.

Sketching, feeling fiercely,
My heart no longer needs you
Lusting, fearing cages
As my spirit no longer heeds you.



From Aphrodite’s prodigy
To the cage of passion scorned
There are two.

Two parts to a whole
One dream
One reality.

Together combine
Into something more heartbreaking
Than if they had never met.

Which am I to be?
Am I even able
To reach for the dream?

Which am I to be?
If I cannot understand
My reality?


Untitled Heartache

You turn
Too swiftly
I catch
Too quickly

Who stands?
Who falls?
Who kneels?
Who crawls?

I’m you
You’re me
We cling

To the past
To what once
Was the
Of you and me

Or rather
You to you
And me to me
And we mourn
Our indivuality


Shades of Light

Honey lights
Slipping through the trees
As sticky sweet as love
And summertime

Don’t move,
Just breathe.
Heavy heart,
Heady things.

Gilded lights
Burning in your eyes
As beautiful as change
And forgotten pain

Don’t think,
Just feel.
Blinding light,
Blithely real.

Rosy shadows
Settling into dusk
As cooling calm as your embrace
Against the night-tinged wind.


Barbie Hot

Sticks to your skin.
Like barbs, hard words
Like Barbie and Ken.

Sticks to your tongue.
Like ice, deep wounds
Like when you were young.


And I rather think that’s enough.

Putting my name in the Tankard of Fire,


6 thoughts on “Then You’ll Be (Un)Popular

  1. Mallory Johnson

    I actually really love these. Is it odd that I immediately hear these as songs (some more than others)? Bit of course not! Makes me wanna break out my ukulele. Just lovely.


    1. kaitlinwehlmann

      Thank you! And I don’t think it’s strange. :) I used to write songs all the time and you clearly know how much I love music. Some of them feel like songs to me, too. Please, break out the uke and compose away! Thanks for reading and commenting. :)


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