#catcherintherye
My name is Holden Caulfield,
And I might just be a fool.
Picking fights and calling names,
Failing out of private school.
My house is my tombstone,
And killing time is killing me
Like the smoking cigarette
Perched between my teeth.
I'm trading my innocence
For a bottle of apathy
Because the harsh light of reality
Is beating down on me.
I'm so brain dead and bored,
I'm almost six feet in the ground.
Chasing after nothing at all,
A carousel spinning round and round.
I went on a small vacation
To avoid my fate by passing time.
Is idly watching life go by
A punishable crime?
A bunch of plans in my head,
but they're all half hearted.
I'm lacking a catalyst,
but the reaction never started.
I'm the leading actor
In my own theatrical tragedy.
Should I just burn my script,
Instead of becoming a casualty?
I just want to be a kid again,
And put my problems on pause.
I'm fighting against growing up,
A martyr for a dying cause.
I call everyone a phony,
But the truth is still the same.
I'm a smart aleck feigning stupid,
With only himself to blame.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
White and gold horses.
Gracefully gallop away.
Ripe me is set free.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
Down, down, I was ****** into the hungry ground
Enclosed in the darkness on the other **** side
Phony pavements descending as I strolled
Reoccurring things are ticking away
Every catch is a save
Slowing the freezing and all
Silence dominates my will to say stuff
I’m not supposed to be here, cover me away
Obliged days have sunken me solid
No one told me how to exit this game.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
***** girls with lousy guys, drives me crazy
Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry.
Old Sally, so **** good-looking but a pain in the ***
"Oh, darling, I love you."
"You're probably the only reason I'm in New York right now"
I told her I loved her; it was a lie.
felt like five hundred thousand years, looking at all the phonies.
Ivey League guys with snobby voices,
a witty bunch of actors drinking their tea
and rubbernecks stand around to watch.
I was a ******* wolf, just wondering for intellectual conversation.
Someone, Anyone!
Just give old Caulfield the time to spoil your evening
because he's not sorry at all.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Thank you ~
for a life not to trade
blessings, in spades
tight spaces
behind laundry doors
packed closets
and open drawers
gator tails, tarnished brass
cracks in kitchen sliding glass
wet towels, withering plants
foundation filled
with carpenter ants
buckets piled with
shoes and tags
village clothes
and saddlebags
peeling paint
and broken walls
****** seats
in bathroom stalls
clogged pantry
frigid rooms
table scribe
and carbon fumes
comfort capsules
empty tanks
broken limbs
from children’s pranks
**** finger
double tongue
long goodbyes
and sidewalk dung
cluster flies
chavie’ clique
accompanying
the hypocrite
cracked back
and hidden smiles
chalk on board
with mr miles
atomic wedgies
closing doors
wrotten eggs
and open sores
jaw jack
nasty folk
dinner calls
for pig in poke
penny pinchers
double dip
yellow mouth
and silver tip
brown nosers
thick red tape
paper cuts
and pimple nape
gallivants
so out of norm
the joy of life…
in basic form
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
it is easy to become lost in the blinding lights of new york city
and the deafening sound of yellow taxi cabs and screaming
neighbors and the chatter of mundane conversations between
people who are ghosts in every sense of the word with
their paper thin hearts and transparent minds and the inability
to feel something other than the heavy weight of coffee
in their stomachs
it is easy for people to say that when new york city was made
God himself struck down and said "let their be light" but all i ever
see is the blur of motion as everyone runs to jobs they
all hate working with people they despise and then spending
their money at stars that don't even shine in poorly lit movie
theaters when the real ones are in the sky and in new york
every expensive restaurant is vegan friendly and boasts animal
rights and shames everyone who doesn't but no one
ever wonders what happens to the ducks in central park during december
it is easy to fall in love with new york city.
with the magic that it spreads with the euphoria that you feel being
surrounded by others with it's almost frightening ability to
take away your loneliness and manipulate you into thinking you
are happy, it is easy to fall in love with new york city.
it is also easy for you to say that you lost yourself in new york
because even when you say it no one will hear you
over the sound of madison square garden and it is easy to
call new york paradise it is easy to call it the city that never
sleeps because everyone stuck there is paralyzed
(h.l.)
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
As the world admonishes
the curiosity and heroism of youth
their mother's milk spoils inside,
and the hopeful
become sour.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
finished the book,
and pondered upon why
it seized to conclude how it looked
the catcher in the rye
stood up and took
a stroll down the aisle
i saw that You looked
a Marvelous Connection of Eyes
i lift my head once in a while
only to see an Astounding Sunrise
a hundred feet, feels like a mile
but, Love has blessed me with eagle eyes
only, from a distance now
studying, carefully, Your Astounding Fragility
Forgetting, many of thousands of words
as You Wander so Elegantly
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
My childhood was a lonely one,
sat dust-lunged in my room,
while others had fun,
I'd sit in the gloom.
Surrounded, with old books and toys,
football, at all, wasn't my thing.
Not 'one of the boys',
my own lonely king.
Ruled empires, of plastic and prose,
my imagination, sensational flights of ideas!
It actively rose,
along with my fears.
Oh! But if chance would be given,
to redo those days in new ways,
same way I'd live 'em,
in radiant haze.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC