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I have 46 stories published in one collection on the site.
My stories have been read 54183 times and 9 of my stories have been cherry picked.
2 of my 124 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 2 votes

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Kate Elizabeth

Kate is a poet shaped by silence, resilience, and the unspoken rhythms of a life lived on the margins. Hearing impaired and neurodivergent, she writes from the spaces in between sound and stillness, chaos and clarity, struggle and strength. Her work is a testament to survival, not in the dramatic sense, but in the everyday persistence of showing up when the world doesn’t know how to meet you.

Against odds that would silence many, Kate earned her degree and found her voice not despite her differences, but because of them. Her poetry reflects a mind that sees the world from uncommon angles, a soul that listens deeply even when the world is loud. She crafts language that aches, stirs, and heals words that make space for pain, neurodivergence, beauty, and becoming.

In a world that often overlooks those who don’t fit its mold, Kate writes to be seen, and to help others see themselves. Her poems are both refuge and rebellion: a place where the misunderstood can rest, and where the truth refuses to stay quiet.

My stories

Cherry

CHERRY PICKED

what does it take do I have to be fake? i've tried my hardest in taking part but I guess the words dont suit his heart being cherry picked is harder then I thought

ONCE UPON A DREAM

They come at night or distract you in the day, they can be a goal you aim for in every way, with some it is easy but others it is hard, with some you have to go that extra mile

The Wedding Day

It starts with commotion, every single emotion; rushing around, getting ready, this is the day when you become more than just steady; the rest of your life, in front of your eyes,

Manchester United

The red devils charge the attack every forward even the centre back they run they slide on the hype they ride as the fans cheer them on the team keeps going strong players thrive on every song

Lifes Goal

walking in the meadow tears fall from my eye no matter how I wipe them they never seem to dry I look to the left and I look to the right I still don't understand why i'm standing here tonight

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