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Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Like a damsel in disguise, she hides within his life
Waiting for a chance, any chance to make her move
She is part of the design, a flower growing on the wall
Not for long

Something will happen, he'll seek her shoulder
Born in him, his love will take her hand
Until then

She waits like a maiden, pretty as a picture
Locked up in a promise, one that he's never even made
To love her and keep her, to choose her in the end
To have and to hold, to love above the rest
He doesn't even know

She longs for the touch of his skin, the way his warmth lingers with her
She ache for the taste of his lips, skilled and soft and tender
She yearns for his charm and his smile, she want to be his heart's target
What she doesn't see yet

He's not in the game for the love, promiscuity is his name
He wants her virtue for a trophy, like a dove in a cage without a door
He wants her just one time, something he's never had before
What will happen

They will play this song and dance, his vices taking her virtue
He will seek her out, a lamb in a den of lions
She will think it 's love, he'll let her believe
He will collect what he came for, she will be alone and broken
And now

Our damsel in disguise, she's vice herself
Another virtue stolen, another night
Her pain perpetuates it'self, a vehicle for heart break
This was written on January 8, 2010.
I was trying to write a story poem and it kind of ran away with me.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Our noses touch
Our lips are desperately close
In unison we whisper sweet nothings
In unison we shout bitter somethings

As my breath fogs her reflection
As my skin leaves marks on her reflection
I realize the reason I can't love another
Too wrapped up in her

Can't decide whether to embrace her
Keep trying to find out a way to strangle her
Wishing I could step through the mirror
Maybe coexist, maybe trade

She's the voice in my head
She's the biggest demon I can never cage
This was written on January 3, 2010.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Walking along an empty street
I'm with you, you're with me
Your jacket keeps me warm
My hand keeps you near

When it's quiet
When we are just on our own
I can feel you there even when I'm awake
Your smile is a fire that keeps me calm
You breath is a lullaby and I can sing along
You touch is beacon and I'm searching

It's when the people come near
It's when the crowds set in
I notice how unnoticed you are
You aren't real

I'm suffocating, there's no air
There's no way for me to be okay
I need to sleep, I need to dream
I need to see you again

Then a reverie washes over me like a tidal wave
You whisper that this is okay
They'd think I was lost, crazy, absurd
You understand, you help me cope
You're how I make it through
You remind me to think
You remind me to breathe

It's when my strongest part falls to pieces
It's when she can't stand to take the beatings
That's when you show up
That's when I can come clean

Someday maybe you'll fade
Just not today
Let me sleep a little longer
Let me dream until this is over
This was written on December 16, 2009.
Title inspired by the song Born In The Wrong Body.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
I need someone who can see my broken mask
Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices
Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all

Something that perhaps isn't natural
Something that definately isn't mine
All these parts of me expand and collapse
I'm left broken and yet whole

I am multiples that are whole
I am many trapped within the one

Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells
Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell
Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry
I am to fragile for anyone to see

The weight of a glance is like the fist of man
Instead of pain and bruises
It's humilation and revelation
Each and every rouse layed upon the table
Each little miss represented fact shown as fable

I would be left to face the monster that I am
I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be
I am a mermaid longing for land
I am a free girl wishing to be trapped

I am everything that I don't want to have
I want someone to wisk it away
I need a captor and a prince
This was written on December 14, 2009.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
So cold outside, I can see my breath
Hear the rain shatter against the ground
Under my footsteps, a white and muffled sound

Perfect weather for thinking
Perfect weather for promises
Perfect weather for memories

It all will fade away
Like icicles, it all will break
It all will melt away

Nothing ever stays
No he could never stay
No one has ever stayed
It all will melt away

All but these memories and fears
All but these wounds and these tears
They always stay
No they never fade

So why don't you come around
Maybe tomorrow though I pray for today
Show up in my life instead of just in my dreams

It all will fade away
Like icicles, it all will break
It all will melt away

Nothing ever stays
No these dreams can never stay
No he could never stay
It all will melt away

Except for the way I know your love must feel
I know that you have to be real
As you help me breathe, as you help me see
As you lift me off of my feet

So maybe the snow will stay
If it melts the sun can guide my way
You can stay, I always knew that you could
Always knew that you would
This was written on November 22, 2009.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Like magma pushing to the surface
Like tectonic plates preparing to shift

Your life is bubbling
Your heart is preparing to tear

He's suicidal and still clinging to old hands
You're a victim and reaching for his heart

He puts your dreams in a jewelry box
You wear them on your left hand

He pushes to share new life
You await to be restricted to his right hand

Your heart will quake to pieces
Making room for lava to spill
This was written on November 22, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
The cup does not run over
The cup instead pours out
The cup lies on the table of this world

Brittle and shamelessly broken
Too many leaks to fill up again
Left to remain an arid shell

Once there was such an abundance
Manna was an enduring factor of life
Fueled by the health of the spiritual soul

If spiritual health induces the wellspring of the cup
Is it any wonder that there is nothing to overflow
Let alone anything left to pour

We've forgotten to look with open eyes
Forgotten to dance with mysterious imagination
Forgotten that we were once alive before we were mechanical

The cup remains damaged beyond repair
We must learn to bring up manna from within
To allow our own hearts to be the cup which overflows

Learn to love only that which can return love
Learn to respond with the heart of a child
Learn to constantly reflect with the wisdom of an elder

We must become one with what we are from
We must be aware of where we are
We must be all that we have forgotten and thrown away
This was written on November 4, 2009.
Has a lot to do with matriarchy.patriarchy.
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