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 Dec 2012 Catie
spysgrandson
the clanking of the radiator
is the only sound
except her breathing
which she measures
as if she knows
the finite number
until her last,
her coffee cold,
in it she sees the night
from which she came,
the blind, deaf walkers
the fuming taxis
she left
in the square streets
her eyes well
with the last drops
of the last love
of the last light
of the last star
in her galaxy of loss
only one drop falls
into her cradled cup
when it vanishes
in the indifferent sea
she sups it slowly
back inside
where the night belongs
but never stays
** poem inspired by Edward Hopper's Automat--please view link
http://automathopper.blogspot.com/
 Nov 2012 Catie
Marian
Thousands of snowflakes hit the ground,
Mute. . . . and with no sound.

There's nothing but white,
White. . . . . so pure and light,
It hurts my eye sight!

**~Marian~
 Nov 2012 Catie
wandabitch
Bipolar
 Nov 2012 Catie
wandabitch
I wanted to enlist as an army babe, but i can take-care-of-my-self,
stay healthy as a tree, no more frantic order's like "Smeeeaaaag?!?"
Just a girl who wanted to be a penguin and swim free,
of the trap of an incomplete mind.

Walls of neutral yellow and beige, as a
sunflower soaks the rays of,
seasonal depression;

lost in this endless sea of confusion.
Is there really dedication, reflects blue eyes of Lilies socket's,
does Eternity really exist?

As a blown kiss,
a wishing well
fish.

The heart is the only gate,
gushing feelings and
simple beatings,
masks this face of shy Grace.

As thundering pride takes over,
build a dynasty and touch the heavens,
Lifted,
as dove on wings, crowned in Gold,
I've found the Soul.

In the lake this treasure keeps
as a door swings open,
step'n on through to morning.
Finding super power's at twilight daze,
****** onto the writer's play.
I fear my magnet spins a compass    round
                     and round
and round.....
 Nov 2012 Catie
wandabitch
Bottled
 Nov 2012 Catie
wandabitch
I paint my face with clay
Of the river bed,
Let my tears wash into the bay
As the ocean spreads,
What a magical potion
In every emotion,

*Drink Me up.
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