#catcher
I put a dream catcher above my bed
Just to get you out of my dreams tonight.
I know it won’t help,
I’m always reaching out for you.
The words we left unsaid,
All the words we never shared.
They're hanging in the air,
All the feelings we never spared.
Am I out of line
For reaching for what’s never there?
Madeline,
Do you still think there’s nothing left?
Cuz this time we’re out of time.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
All my loves leave
Without a kiss or goodbye
Set focused on their own things
Leaving me struck, dumb wondering why
All my clovers die
And fade away lifeless
There's no luck in love, it's a lie
And I remain still, the catcher in the rye
I’ll stay to myself, humble and glowing
No need to get too close, no need to know me
All my records break
I’ll get stuck on your every word, big mistake
It’s exactly the same love song playing
But I always seem to get it wrong
All my loves leave
Girls just wanna trick and boys thieve
Always had a thing for someone in need
Girls always gravitate to the ***** with the ****
And I think I may have outgrown the ability to make believe
We play pretend with love all the time
Thought it would get better with age like wine
But no, you all just leave me with that bitter taste
And now I realise after how you were merely a waste, love
All my lovers go
Far and away like the birds migrate for the snow
Don’t get too hype, they’ll leave 'yanno
Not today, but you know what they say about tomorrow
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
*I got a dream catcher
As a gift
To dream the dream
While asleep
And make the dream
come true
While awake.
But
The irony of dream catcher
Turned out to be black
I see nightmares
Crawling back every night
I feel restless
How the dream catcher
Became a nightmare catcher?*
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
A mood hasten the dew
here that could beat sadness
with a line in its circumference
that joins like a tangent yet
might appear like an axis
but profane as new moon
that sometimes was shone there
discreetly above the equator
and dIrectly by supreme
known its horizon forever now
when blue skies are subterfuge
if only irony doubt here
this dissonant antipathy reign
today jive in rhyme again.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Wrists made out of pencils,
A will made out of steel.
Blood and teeth amongst the tiles,
Was he ever even real?
Resisting cruel hands,
Left his words where they are.
He jumped out of the window,
Rather than stay and spar.
He could've stayed among the flesh,
But his bones snapped on stone.
Did he really choose to die?
Did he jump or was he thrown?
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
You barged right in with not a care in the world
Of how deeply I'd fall and hit the ground
I knew I'd fell, for I hurt inside
But I could still be falling, there's no end in sight
Like Alice in a wonderland nothing seems quite right
Still I drink your potion readily and prepare to hold on tight
I catch you in my dream hoping you'll stay the entire night
My subconscious has a knowing, I'll be alone by morning light
Every time I get back up and dust myself down
You just steamroll right back through me, knocking me out
My palms left sweaty my mouth left dry
As I wonder if my feelings can lie
For here things aren't what they always appear
The pain of unknowing is my only fear
So, for now, your seas have calmed
And your storm has settled down
Left me cold and windswept
With droplets on my brow
I'll do what I must to do for now
For when night time falls again
I'll be back in my beautiful nightmare
Where you think of me now and then
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
I can close my eyes and see you again,
Drifting aboard a dream catcher's train,
Even if I never see you again,
You still weave the dreams in my brain,
Oh, dream catcher,
Can we make it through the night?
I still glimpse you in the morning light,
Across realms of fantasy,
Are you the dream catcher for me......
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC
i know your story and i know it well
hold the secrets you won’t tell
dream catcher, dream catcher, oh
so dare tell me a lie
as our collision draws nigh
we will sit and count all the stars in the sky
where do willow trees grow?
oh, but you and i both know
they grow where we roam
because we plant them as we go
we’ll be dancing in the dark before too long
with a match-strike smile and a killer tongue
dream catcher, dream catcher, run
i wrote a book of poetry
but it’s in a language you can’t read
take your time to find my heart reins peculiar chemistry
where do willow trees grow?
oh, but you and i both know
they grow where we roam
because we plant them as we go
your eyes reflect the city lights
your mind as vast as the stars in our sky
dream catcher, dream catcher, dare hide
the weeping willow will never hear,
how we draw so near.
the weeping willow will never know,
oh, where do willow trees grow?
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
If you’re not the heart catcher, then please put this down
And don’t ever mention this little secret you’ve found
Though was this something you found or was it something you stole?
Don’t worry, you can trust me, I won’t tell a single soul…
Never mind! Never mind! Yes, I am going mad!
Searching the world for the heart I once had
But I still don’t know if he’s far or around
The heart catcher is clever; he does not want to be found
He’s somewhere in the mountains or over the sea
How he caught my heart in the first place, it is beyond me!
I had only seen him once or maybe it was twice
An innocent glance, and he had me enticed!
What is of my heart now, I don’t want to think of it
He probably has already sliced it all to little bits
But I’ll keep searching and searching, no I won’t give in
Though the real reason why, it is a dark sin
Because you see, when one catches your heart
He has complete power over it, all the edges and parts
The heart calls to its owner, but when it’s finally found
The owner is killed and thrown to the ground
And if you are the heart catcher, and you are reading this
I know asking for my heart is like waiting for a kiss –
Beautiful at first, so then I close my eyes
But you take that opportunity to **** and watch me die
Please, just please, can I have it back?
Oh never mind, it was stupid to even ask you that
It was also stupid of me to write this silly letter
You’ll either never read it, or read and never answer
I know you won’t care no matter what I do
You’ll destroy it anyway won’t you, oh won’t you?
So I have nothing more to say, I won’t waste your precious time
Or tire you with another of my unflattering rhymes
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Hanging above my dreams and glories,
She shines like a star in my thoughts.
Turning the worst on any level of wicked upright,
She is my dream catcher.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
Dream catcher, dream catcher
Take me away
Away to a place you and I can play
Just like we used to
Among the blades of grass
Away from the nightmares
With you they won’t last.
Be my sweet dream catcher
Whisk me away
Back to when I made you
Smile each day
(r.e.)
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
I want to be the
Savior,
the one who catches
them all.
I want to keep them
Safe,
and keep them all
so small.
I want to be their
Keeper,
the one who saves
the day.
I want to hold their
Innocence,
like fireflies in a
jar.
I want to be the
Catcher,
but sometimes I need to
be caught too.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
It is Cinders upon string
Charred reminiscence of what
Kept away the
Terror,
Horror,
Bad
Dreams where caught weaved
Into its substance, sleeping, dreams
Captured upon the feathers they wisped
Them away in to the winds,
But then that dream, that moment as
My body lay still as if
Rigor mortis,
Stiffness,
Death
Looked upon me, but then as if
Grabbed by the unseen
My back arches,
Arms spread out, fingers open as if
Feathers for me to take flight,
"Then the scream,"
As my lungs petrified to breath to
Inhale
&
Exhale
That moment before unconsciousness
Then air seeps, surges in
And the dream catcher, rekindled
What was charred, feathers ash
Now hang again from twine,
Darkness tried to
Envelope,
Surround,
Suffocate
Me, within my dream
But the aura of the catcher
Breathed light
Into my mind, vanquished
That which seeded within,
I settle now, never knowing that the
Dream, darkness nestled upon me
But my dream catcher
Kept me safe from outside as well as with in.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
project yourself through the eyes of a chain-smoker. he tastes cigarette matches and drinks staled coffee but eats nothing else. when he lies, feel your empathetic fingers curl around the throat of his soul. when he says he want to die, feel the birds in your chest tremble. when he stumbles through time, through city streets, dead hallways—watch him go. he is asking everyone for innocence. he remembers the days when the sun was bright, and the museum was cold, and there was a frail, freckled hand clutching at the blood in his washed-out skin. but today he cannot buy anything because his pockets are only full of ashen questions—the kind all the quiet people burn away in their loud, loud lives. they keep spinning and he can’t make it to the end of the street.
your heart hurts. watch him ask for innocence back and whisper, to yourself, “i want it too.” fight over it. you know you will both lose. his last words are ink. he’s sick. he never had it. you will go to war with the pavement. it will slip. simmer. bleed. fall.
no one has it. it died.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Transfixed I stand
in front of the sun catcher
daintily dispersing
the colors
of the rainbow
filling my heart
with poetry
The breeze makes
the reflections dance
and my kitten paws
the moving photons
in vain
chasing shadows
that will never be
Fleeting moments
of glee
caught by him and
me
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
I will be your dream catcher
As you lie under me
My net will be strong
When I set you free.
I will be your dream catcher
In the darkest of nights
No monsters or evil
Shall lurk, with you in my sights.
I will be your dream catcher
Vigilant and silent
Your happiness I will guard
It will be my eternal assignment.
I will be your dream catcher
Saviour
Protector
I will always be there to catch her.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Only when the rain is as
Sharp as a torrent of Central Park ice
(Y'know, where the ducks are!)
Would I blink,
Not willing for anything
In the world
To miss the joyous songs of a
Still sunny carousel—
Chorus of 10 year old laughter, falling
Much like light spring rains
(Though none befalls me here)
Trickling down my face
Like a second baptism.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC