Love is wild
Maybe too wild for me.
And I used to believe that it was a mistake for these poor boys to love me.
To try and catch me, but now it’s clear to see.
They are the wild things and I am desperately trying to catch them. running, running and scraping my knees.
When I realize that I cannot love, that I could not tame such wild beasts?
Back in 2018, I wrote a poem called wild thing. It’s still on profile if you want to read it, but the other day I realized that roles are now reversed. Instead of trying to catch me, I am trying to catch them. I guess it’s all part of being single. Enjoy and leave a comment ❤️❤️
The hour passed fast in no time, no second missing
Your head on the clock and you still on threaten
Watching your time life slip without taking possession
Conscience intervened, got you second guessing
How can I capture time to prevent this passing
Minute has just finished and end in thinking
I must do something quick and exploit this wasting
Do good deeds before this life period fading
There is an end and the death is waiting
Her fears couldn't catch up to
the warm cinders collapsing in darkness
wildfire coursing through her veins
a morning song sung
chorus of hungry bellies
mother catches worms
For it often fleeting
But what passions
Fill my soul!
What zeal does fill my very core
Capture it I try
But so quickly it does fly
And I am left wanting
But when it comes again
For I know it will
I will try once more
To catch what I adore!
A relationship built on lies is bound to collapse.
A lie may travel the world before the truth has even put its shoes on,
but the truth will eventually get on a plane and catch up.
It's inevitable. No matter how long it may take.
Trust is important.
Don't betray it.
A mere phantom roaming Earth with no apparent direction
Yearning for connection
Tossed to and fro
Into the depths of echoing caves
Not knowing why life I was given is cursed
Yet still I plummet headfirst
I do not know why the path I walk is not straight
Crooked for so long I think it may be too late
I hear cries
Loved ones pleading me to turn around
From so far I can barely make out the sound
I shout back to them
Am suddenly mute
Or at the most
My sore throat finding solace in silent surrender
Healing with a touch so tender
Stop a second to catch my breath
Look into water and my eyes glimpse death
Kinda just a poetic self portrait
a big catch
that is worth it;
that's what you once said
when you attempted
to reel me in
yet I see there's
no longer a bait at
the end of your hook;
perhaps an easy catch
just wasn't thrilling
enough for you
suitors aplenty, yet they seem to disappear the moment I return their affection.