paul-cassano
American
Hello, / my name is Paul, and I live in the state of Maine. I'm 17 happily taken. My interests include: Astronomy, instruments, writing (if that wasn't clear already), emotions, and nature. / / All poetry by http://hellopoetry.com/paul-cassano/ is © copyrighted.
If you're caught slipping
Slip in through the crack, the clock is ticking
Your shirt is caught sticking, splitting at the seams
It seems admitting to yourself you're done for is unremitting,
But "Forest!" is the only thought on your mind, committing
to escape, licking your lips, limping your hips are killing you
2, 3, 4, picking at your ribs, kissing your fingers to God,
apologize for sinning, it's
living like an Average Joe you're missing the most,
Getting and giving lavish flows, spitting your boasts,
You know you were the best, where did it go?
Not committing, from pillar to post
Speaking of post I just hit my head off of this pipe fitting,
I kick the ground, hitting and digging a small hole and sit down
Shit's bound to not end well, I boiled down 3 ideas to 2,
Do I hide and listen for sounds at a distance?
Jump out and visit my enemies to teach em a lesson?
Or do I find a position to grab for a bat or,
plaster my blood all over the wall, make em think I died with no answer
Give these catchers something to cry for,
Shatter their dreams of killing me for an appe-
tite, I think I'd rather die and become a Casper
I'm only a ******* son - a disaster
No sister or mother, I'm a mustard platter
No shout out to Morgan Brown - or the true mustard master.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Need some binoculars for you to see?
Please it's not cause you're blind to me
Jeez it's just cause it's far as **** away from this tree
I'm no peeping tom, voyeuristic sightsee
Looks like you're sleeping, boy you're quite the catch
wait I mean girl, actually honestly I have no idea ***** snack
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
*So it's that time again!
Where was I?
Oh yeah, somewhere else!*
The pragmatic man is back again!
Anti-climactic game plan with slack in the chain
Snagged the habit, kicked it's *** until it's hemorrhagic
A spiky crawlspace,
Dogmatic thematics; slit your throat then cry about it
What an antic! It's kinda romantic... pack your bags and leave you nomad,
No man, would ever wanna deal with your vatic manic fits!
Every fabric of Satan's being isn't satin, it's chintz
Chances are my polysyllabic magic is tragically a product of status;
Maybe it's forced? Course it is, like a birthday party, you get gifts
I think I got this one, and now, I'm an addict
My words are indelible ink, spun in webs like the ones in your attic.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
Back in the day when we could just sit back
Chill out and relax, it was nothing but just that
This one feeling (Psych!) no hidden tax, cleaned up scraps
Advance to attack softly surpass the romance is thick like sap
The impact you had on me I didn't know how to react
The thought is abstract, but intact with vows attached
Our love sapped from each other invitingly,
Finally you see just how much you mean to me
Quite the sheen we had, the luster once explained by Guster
Green light, fourteen, the events unforeseen you must've
Came to me, so afraid, now I'm amazed that I've uh-
found her this early, surely it's not today
It must be a mistake, but I can't contain these sparks
Sparse, is the words I have to say to you, "MONTHS!"
Worse, course you shut a bit of cabinet wood, it creaks
"Curse!", focus not on mom but on her you should be,
gravitational force, by fits and starts, this matter of bursts,
it comes in
I know it but not clear; smokey quarts, ******* crumbs an'
My blank *** mind is turning this into a blank verse
But first, listen to what I have to say, it works!
Not this, at worse I felt reversed, so I put us in park
My feelings for you are neutral, electrons are gone and,
it's too good to be true
You're out of excuses you've run out of time 'n' this shit's on you
For doubt is bruisin', chewin' spun me around and...
Reminiscin' Cough! It even hurts to say
To breathe, my breath, it isn't here to stay
It's kinda like sleeping, it's just a cousin of death
I'm stickin around but not in this circle,
tripping like a round peg in a square hole,
you grind me into this grounded world of mine
Quit it with the same shape jokes fellow,
with your same lame faces, the same claims are racing below
Chasin immortality, thats a futile fantasy, reality
happily robs your dreams candidly, like you did to me
We're done here. Why can't you see
that when the smoke clears, it's crystal but not amethyst or ruby.
Truthfully I don't understand this new "me", I need an analyst
Matter of factfully, that was an accident, kinda like all this was.
I just ate too much and threw up all over this canvas
And it sounds like practice. Maybe I take you all back, just
grow up, crawl then, complain about this slanted stanza
Anxious I am to end the madness, the recent lack of composure.
but you cannot address the cheapest setback: I'm lonely.
The malice, the heartache, the "palace of flattest objects"
The helpless, the sorry, the callous fingers from these projects
What do they mean to you? Anger? Angst?
Somewhat close to a coat hanger, to hang up all of my paint?!
You're like watching grass grow, and for this **** I'm 'bout to mow
"You think you can do these things but you just can't Nemo!"
Here we go-
You know that one time when I said, "I'll always be here."?
I meant it. Now let go! I said it's over, delirious!
I'm serious, who would ever miss this?
I fear some wickedly addictive feelings are making me trapped
but it feels like it's just two ovaries
No wait, it's just you about to ovary-act!
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It's a brief pause, but I feel it coming in strong!
The atmosphere is a thief, stealing my breath, so long
I've worked my *** off; it flew away now it's gone,
just like a me to a you, I meet you and ramble on:
I have spent so many days burning our bridges, keeping us afloat
Not once you take time to count me for my vote
Goodbye! Wait, hello... I'm no tough guy, I take chances, though
But you only get one, and this is it, to let you know
I'm outta here for now. And so are you; go.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Spittin' the realest **** for better or verse
Converse easily with everyone, but hardly letting it work
Misunderstandment, like a caged animal entrapment,
Guess I'm locked in this aged anomaly detachment.
If it ******* fits it works, in a battle o' wits
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
Something controls this pen I fear,
Something that makes me write these things.
Somebody's voice I think I hear,
Something holding me back from fresh air,
The same feeling you get while on a swing.
Something like ever oppressing foliage, I don't know, something
harsher than the rings around my strained rib cage.
Thicker than the knot on my apron strings,
like the welt given to me from my engagement ring,
Stemming, never growing, although I seem to age.
Sometimes I feel like an caged animal; full of rage
Something is cornering me into a cage, it's like
Backstage I'm him, curtains up and I'm blowing my pressure gauge
Either way I'm an ******* doesn't matter if you turn the page,
the story doesn't change, that's my biggest fear; it's spiderlike.
I am myself, that's what I dislike.
Now I've got all this stress, I can add that too.
On the bottom of self-misconduct, I'm unsportsmanlike.
This game is a game, I'm starting to feel no better than Mike!
I need someone to speak to, to be wise to,
To dig into
Break into
Hell, bump into
Oh **** deja vu
Out of the blue
and into you.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Most of the time
this website is boring and pretentious.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
(First Verse)
The bugs cower to me and they collide with one another
the birds eat them up, you start to walk up to the counter,
I thought to myself, "Wow, wow, I've finally found her...",
We discovered each other, and of this feeling I'm ******* sure,
it's otherworldly
Like we criss-crossed and tied, our lives hover, gnarled
Ran across with a stride, brush aside any fright, fear and/or strife
Say hello to her, "What can I get fer ya?" - *"I concur,
this for sure, isn't life. This is her, that's for sure, she must be my ******* wife."*
Quite the relation - I'm not sure
I know that I hasten to, answer her question of,
"Can I get an application?" - uh
"You've got my attention what's, the variable here, for this equation!"
"PAUL! *Patience, you really need to calm your passion.
Answer this poor girl her question,
then you can think of this connection."*
"Yeah, hold on."
*"Yeah hold on? That was weak as **** my man.
Expand a little more next time; try and play another hand."*
(Chorus)
You will get another chance, so no worries,
do not fret,
she will not misunderstand,
you can say the right words, no regret
even when you think you can't.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Accused of treason
the tree's in the livin room with my gifted lines under in
between em you'll find me slanderin
Standing panting, like him and you
"No way honey, I ******* can't believe you!
You take my money, trance leave me in a!
I mean, wait, I can't think, I'm in disbelief, uh
I thought you were unique,
pretty soon you'll be deceased, ****
Leave you underneath, all of this deceit
You've always been naive!
Completely defeated me!
I'm relieved I finally get to **** you!
Call the police, quietly so I don't hear
Your actions are unjustifiably ****** up, we're
slightly, wait vitally, stated before, 'were'.
But what for? **** What has occurred,
I'd rather not talk about, instead I'll drown out
My pragmatic ways, and your magmatic blaze
I'm becoming asthmatic, running away from crack-addicts like you
Drew this out you did, breaking through I will
Shrewd ***** you are, construe this twisted handbill
Candles in my house are all out of wick
I'm out of wack like a mole off his mantle, the stress is thick
Fires in their places but out like a bic
I'll put you in yours, it'll be ******* sick!
Cough Cough Sheep are ticked because they're all outta salt lick
Lick these two hockey sticks, use "H" "E" in a conjuring trick,
Summon Satan 'fore someone slicks through the back door quick!
Straighten up! You've gotta fit through the chimney like Ol' Saint Nick!
****** ***** I should probably stop with the insults and ******* **** you
With a brick
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
It's high time for a Hello Poetry application for iOS and Android devices, yeah?
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC