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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
My health isn't good anymore
my friends. I try to keep up,
but I just can't. I'll read when
I can, and promise to be
generous. Please don't be offended if I don't read as
much as I used to. Thanks!
if you ever ask me
how great my day went by
do not dare to listen
for it will all be lies

if you ever ask me
when was the last time I laughed
make me smile then
it has been ages since I had it

if you ever ask me
how extraordinary my life is
turn your back and find someone else
my life has never been as exetraordinary as theirs

if you ever ask me
where did my old self go
dont come find her
she has already been lost
It has been months since i last posted so here you go
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.
Who knew I'd fall in love with the musky smell of moss and burning wood
or the small hole near the armpit of your favourite sweater
or the soft smile that graces your lips when you're having a good dream
or the way your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams & aspirations
or the grogginess in your voice when you've just awoken
or the soft pitter patter of your feet on the hard wood
or the faded tiger stripes on the side of your hips
or the twitch of your nose, when you're disgusted
or the little puddle shaped bruise from when you fell as a child
Who knew that I'd fall in love in with the small details before the bigger picture
*Who knew I'd fall in love with you.
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