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847 · Nov 2013
Winters touch
Catherine Nov 2013
winter has the coldest touch,
it spills down your spin,
into your soul,
you name it silence.

you feel it,
you hear it,
you cannot see it,
but it consumes you.

the monsters below are frigid,
they feel it too,
some grasping for air,
some letting it burry them,
they live within us.

we aren't so different you and me,
from the demons we nominate,
they guide us,
control our intellect.

judgment is corrupted,
theory is no longer our own.

flourish from the ground,
look at the dusk in front of you,
it's your reflection.
you are winters touch of silence.
610 · Nov 2013
Clock Hands
Catherine Nov 2013
They revolve to give us a boundary,
a limit we must not cross,
a confinement of our creativity.
How do you know if you have pasted that limit when the hands don't have a voice?
It is you're own judgement that clouds over the sound,
blocking it like a rainstorm over your happiness.
Why do we measure our actions from day to day when it doesn't benefit us in any way.
Who said that when darkness falls it's time to go into a doze of dullness.
The lights blinds you from your true thoughts,
the darkness accepts them.
Nothing can be more somber than sitting in a room alone when the sun's not shining,
giving faces to the dead and unborn,
names,
aspects and components that will never be real to anyone,
only the people who live in your head.
You designed their every feature so why can't you destroy them in a blink of an eye?
The limit isn't measured inside of you,
it ceases to exist.
You are an exception to the hands,
the rotations don't control you,
A maniac at it's finest some would say.
To me?
You are a diagnosis of who i used to be.
468 · Nov 2013
Miscalculation
Catherine Nov 2013
A sickness inside of me is growing everyday,
how do I begin to make this thing disintegrate.  
It haunts my dreams,
keeping me awake at night,
I claimed that it was love caught at first sight.
A miscalculation,
deliberating lust for love.
I'll never make that mistake again,
my poor heart has had enough.
384 · Nov 2013
After Thought
Catherine Nov 2013
Candles filling the room with light,
the sound of rain drops filling my head,
all i can smell is you as i'm laying in my bed.
I want you here,
next to me,
just to listen to you breathe.
I'm lacking in your comfort.
Won't you please come help me.
I'm in need of your aid,
a taste and i'll be gracious.
I want that satisfying sweetness of your lips meeting mine.
I miss your touch,
the way you feel,
the way you wanted me.
Disregard that the enemy has won,
let's take a trip and flee,
think of what we could have been,
the fun things we could have seen.

— The End —