I will always come second place to her
I can't compete with her
but I can't blame her
She's prettier
She's smarter
She's cooler
She dresses better
and I
cant do anything
but let the spotlight keep shining
and watch as all eyes are trained on
her movements
her walk
the way she talks
everyones focuses on *her

There was a poet on HP
Who had alot of ♡
He tried to stay
     out of the fights
He kept himself apart
He had a love of poetry
He lived for his art.

Talented, he made "the grade"
As "minded" poets do
But he didn't try
     to "people please"
And so mean writes
     eschewed.
When he encountered
     "lesser lights" he didn't
     make them blue
But put ♡s on them as well
For their hearts were true.

Time went by... how it did fly!
As if given wings!
He found he had "The Daily"
(When there was
     such a thing)
He tried to READ all poets
     but could not, everything...
So he decided just to read
The small group
     within his ring.

He would NOT be purchased.
He would NOT be sold.
He was TRUE to his beliefs
Of his Faith quite bold.

Not only did he ♡
He gave "thumbs up" as well!
He reposted and was good
In fact, the man was swell!

He had a grateful following
But, as fate is wont
He couldn't keep up
     with the load...
Found his health was shot
But he tried to be a light
He tried to give folks thought.

His readership got smaller
It seemed like every day.
He still tried to be genuine
And true in every way
But nobody wanted
     him no more
He began to fade away...
Where the
     rubber hits the road
He began to PRAY.

If you don't know
     who this is,
Replace the "he" with "she"
She believes
And truly grieves

That poet would be ME.


♡ Catherine

We’re strong.
We’re intelligent.
We’re powerful.
We’re phenomenal.

We happen to come in different shapes, sizes and colours
No we aren’t diamonds
But we’re just as precious.

We rise above
We define our own definition
We break our own records.

Yet we find ourselves,
Understated
Underestimated
And segregated.

We learn to empower rather than beat down
We stand together hand in hand
Intelligence and kindness form the bond.

Looked down upon.
They see us like the petals of the rose
When really we’re the thorns.
We’re warriors fighting for a spot in the world.
Soldiers fighting for the respect we deserve.

We’re iconic
We’re controversial
We’re a movement

Yes, we may have 1 different chromosome
And a section between the legs that's different
But that doesn't make us less of a person than the next guy.

We’re phenomenal.
We’re powerful.
We’re intelligent.
We’re strong.

We're women.

And in the cool, drifting abyss of all lost things,
I find you.
You who are affected by the world's discontent,
who watched through penetrating, yet clear eyes--
everything fall apart, underneath the disguise of
impeccable clothes
and red (or black) lipstick--
you who watched the light dance in people's eyes
and tried to determine whether
they were illusions or not,
you who remembered
how it felt to be free for the first time,
standing tall in the clear, cold water and basking in your pain, but daring someone to drown you--
while you learned to breathe.
You who felt love
radiating throughout your body and mind,
how when you looked at her, you saw stars with muffled shines
and the ghosts of a different universe--
you reached out and touched her, gave her your words
drifting across the dark, rigid screen
bursting it like a single drop, forming rapid ripples--
and someday, the truth will come out
how when we're all alone, and the world is drawing to a close
underneath all the pretenses
and the hidden solitary pain,
you will draw out that cigarette full of stars, and let the ashes of a lost world's dreams be carried through the wind,
riding on the smoke of despair--
riding on a soul,
never shattered.