The fires of gratefulness sometimes dwindle to the cold winds of dispair
We all long for something better
Even though ,what we have had all along, has been such there.
Until tragedy strikes..
War...
Hunger...
Storms......
Roadways we fight to get to greener grasses...
Deceiving Looks as the pasture is too toxic to live
We trail back to our old roots
Losing our spot there....
We sink to dispair...
Our fates have become a lot meaner.
I look around.....Outside of my Comfort Zone
People fighting to survive and grateful just to have
Much less than I would ever have...
Hope sparks......As to send them solutions to thrive
and for me to remain grateful
Never wanting more from less or more for odd reasons...
I seldom get lost in these toxic parks...
Grasses are not always greener, however painted in dreams as such,
as wanting more most of the time
can cripple our morals to where we need props from such things
that are life's Crutch.
Watching car grills shimmering in the Southeastern sun
Listening to music with my mind on pause.
Jumping out of cars and walking home on my own
I see a tall blonde woman and a short black man walking home
She's holding her shoes, he's stumbling.
And I'm home before I know it, peeling my velvet jacket off, taking a long shower...
I listen to the music again,
Because it's always there.
strong>T wo
W eeks
E arly...
,
N ot
T he
Y oungest...
,
F orever
O btaining
R adiant
T wo
H ues

O nly
F or

F ew
E yes...
,
B right
R ivalries
U nite...
,
A new
R elative's
Y earling...


                          Hello Again, My Reminder Of my Birth
                                                     2-24-00
(I don't know why the strong thing is up there it's suppose to be **T**.. of well XP
...okay not the best poem...but it was something different I wanted to try?

Okay for those who didn't understand it, but something that has been passed down in my family are two different colored eyes, they aren't that noticeable like they USE to be when I was a baby but if you stared into my eyes, and looked around the edges... you can see how different they really are. My uncle on my mom's side had them, and before him my grandfathers brother had it. It's been passed down for generations. And that was the first thing they noticed with me when I was little. I was forced to be born 2 weeks early, so I was a pretty small baby XD. but.. yeah... although i wish they were more noticeable... idk it's always something I've been proud to have... I am the second youngest of my family,  although i was SUPPOSE to be the youngest. ....but yeah..

The Yearling Part is weird I know, but a yearly refers to an animal of new birth, Since I am called "Cat" and so was my uncle, some say I am his "yearling" if you will.... yeah it's weird... idk XD

Idk it's a strange Birthday Poem I wanted to try I didn't know else what to write or even how to write it XD forgive me if it's terrible

Thank You Lord <3

Cat Lynn ///
2-24-2000
is or was
for
confusion

title from title
bring scented kisses
was her real man
really that
brutal
touch
me
here
she was so tender


to
the
mouth

as
her
skin
let me
sink in

i can only speak for myself
the way she makers me feel
as
if
we
fly away

together

she spirals me at times
but my confidence
shall never be
shaken
she

shakes me here
there is no contradictions in love
my confidence could never be shaken
she has shaken me from my core
you will find me within her
she has always been
in
me

we have stood on shorelines with blotted sands
through storms
in
the
truest
of
dry
desert lands

from here to there we reach
she comes to me as an lady

we glady wash her feet
forget that p word
?
















...
..
.
bubble
bath
...
..
.
with thier dances
none
of
my
breath
have they

silence

stalk
ing
it

i
am
above
when they
mock
?



















...
..
.
freak out
on
my
...
..
.
desert exit california
to the old streets of Vienna
guess i'll see you when i see you
i'm gonna let you play your game
and walk away
but this time i wont stop to call
i'll make it passed the city walls
everything that we've been through,
after all this time,
i'm only falling in rank

this wasn't suppose to go where it got to
If you say no,
i wont go so you can
drive straight through horizons and sink
dont be so metallic, think it through.

a tragedy was on the edge of town
she sure could close a dive bar down
the two of you must be breathtaking
Staggering and Shaking
you found a place with no time and no gavels
a neon sign above the gravel,
the residual gas fumes from an empty tank
and i'm falling in rank
as you're falling in love

its not like you to be so magnetized
by something so deep and in disguise
by something so cheap you use to despise

desert exit california
i use to think i did it for you
Catrina 1d
I once had this teacher
who had put a sticky note
on the inside of my notebook
for that class.

The inside of each cover was full
of quotes,
that I wrote on sticky notes.
Except for the inside of the front cover.
It had one open spot left.

You see, over the summer break of that year,
A fellow student of mine,
Was killed
by a car that hit him while he was walking early in the morning*.
I was dealing with it all very hard.
The class had to turn our notebooks in so that
the teacher could check them.


Once we got them back, I had intended to
fill that last spot space with a quote
that I had found.  

But my teacher got to it first.
When I opened my notebook, inside I found,
What I thought was the most amazing quote ever.


"Difficult roads
Often Lead
To
Beautiful Destinations"


A truly beautiful quote.  

And from that day on,
I had seen the light at the end of the
very dark tunnel that I was headed down.




But as of today, no, as of August,
that light is now
gone.

And I'm surrounded by nothing
but false hope,
and I'm tired of being played.


I want, no, I NEED someone, something
to pull me out of this hell hole
before I leave my way.

The "selfish", yet "easy" way.



Why do so many people think its
the easy way out?

Cuz it's really not.     I've tried
I don't know how many
times now
to
leave
my way,


And it sure isn't easy.

It's hard,

so crazy difficult to do.


I've been there, almost making it out
my way, only to have gotten
my timing wrong, or
not apply
enough

PRESSURE.



Always having what it takes to get
to the door,
but never enough to
open it and go through.





Until now.


This feeling that I have,
is so much stronger
      than before.

I know if I try to leave
my way,
Iĺl make it.


But I need someone,
or something,
to pull me out
before I try
anything!


Please, anyone!

Anything!






I WANT OUT SO GET ME THE HELL OUT!


Someone, please...
.....
......
.....
.....
.....
.....
­ .....

please just listen,
and maybe,
no,
hopefully
you'll hear
my
cry for
help.








Because not all roads

lead to

Beautiful Destinations

in the end.
in an corner
my shape
seduced
her
pillow

we are
as
feathers

she rest her eyes on me
i have given her my heart
what i thought was broken
she has in her hands
her breath
catches
me

on her lips
want is found
there
my
lips
found

our first kiss
has never ended
she loves
me

from behind
she takes my heart
with her
every
where
she goes
she has me
beyond reasoning
she knows how
to read me
she will
never
leave
me
though she is away
my heart would never sway
she planted me feel
further
down
feel
she planted me
we will wait
we will wait
on
our
love
we know by her kisses
we know by her kisses
she read me
?
...
..
.
we lost
some space
never
an
line
...
..
.
they say
from
the
council

mirror image
of
mine
images
our image
more than
one

two three

hello dear
i am sorry i am unable to meet you here

she tears up the note



echoe to me
she thinks
that tear
drops
as
from
sound
one day
she thinks
to herself
what
pardon
?


















...
..
.
gotta get
did
of
...
..
.
Blanche Feb 5
Our fate was written in the
folds of your mother and grandmother's saris, beautifully
intertwined with the gold patterns on
the long sheets of fabric.
It was written in the
hem of my father's hockey jersey, patriotic
to our love just as my father
is to his team and city.

And yet, not even the promises we made to
each other could hide the fact that a bindi does
not belong on my forehead, and that
you belong in a cricket field, not an arena.
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