Cathyy: Favorites

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Samantha Ellis

we're just two stars in the sky
two souls that will not meet
our paths will not cross
you could be living down the street
although i'll never know you
i want to wish you luck
the world can be so cruel
but please do not give up

~S.E

Feb 2014 Cathyy

The Ballad of Augustus Waters

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Gossamer

The Ballad of Augustus Waters

You scared me, Augustus, you really did;
I hate the feeling of smoke in my lungs, and yet
I found myself wishing I was cancer-free
So I could stand with you as you pulled out a cigarette.

But you just held it there between your lips;
It was the epitome of a metaphor,
And I stood there in utter disbelief,
Wanting more and more and more.

And the more I got, the more I loved -
Even your horrid driving (I’d drive with you
Until the end of time, Augustus, it wasn’t your
Time, Augustus, I’ll say it again, “I do.”).

These tears are a side effect of love,
And the fault was in our stars, but someday
We will unite again, Augustus, because our
Love is immeasurable and immortal, okay?

*contains spoilers
*Hazel's POV
*all quotes from TFiOS and belong to John Green

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Not Just Another Meaningless Word

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg

Not Just Another Meaningless Word

They say that love
is a strong word
so believe me
when it's said, it's heard
I know I'm not
the prince charming
you've been waiting for
but I don't want to be harming
you're feelings when
I tell you
that the only person that doesn't
love you, is yourself.

Feb 2014 Cathyy

just like books

Feb 2014 Cathyy

sammybunnie

just like books

Touch me the way you touch books - lightly skimming your fingertips over the spine, opening the pages, gently leafing through them, using your fingers pointing to each word, and just memorising the way the parchment feels against your skin.

Hold me the way you do with an old fragile book, or a new book that you're afraid of damaging - gently holding the spine, afraid of opening me too wide and hurting me, taking in it's musky scent, and studying every word, committing it to memory.

But don't end me the way you do with books - putting it down gently, only picking it up to reread occasionally, and leaving it on the shelf to collect dust on it's cover.

Keep me by your side, like a diary, and write in me, telling me your truest feelings, terrified of losing me, for fear that others would uncover your darkest troubles.

Keep me by your side and always read me, read through your past entries, treasure me, and place all your trust in me - I'll never disappear, your memories, happiness, sorrow will always remain with me, and you will never have to worry about forgetting anything. You will always have me by your side.

But when the pages are filled up, don't stop - add in new pages, like you can with any diary. But I doubt I will ever be filled up because I've enough pages to last you a lifetime without any worries of me ending.

Feb 2014 Cathyy

on conversations about love, with my anxious body.

Feb 2014 Cathyy

adam hicks

on conversations about love, with my anxious body.

pop music tells us
"listen to your heart"
but all i know is
my heart beats
ten times faster
when i see your face
i don’t know what the **** that means
see, i don’t speak in beats
i already trip & fall
over my native tongue
and i don’t think vital organs
come with translators
i look to my hands
for answers
but what use are my fingers
when they've dropped everything
i’ve ever tried
to cling on to
when you smile at me
my skin breaks out
into a rash
to remind me
that my allergies include
grass, dust, anxiety
and pretty boys
just like you
i have to tell my legs
that no matter
how hard they look
they will not find yours
in the depths
of this bed
but they keep searching
for something
to wrap around
see,
i talk to my body about love
because it has the sweetest memories
of your skin
so when it whispers
of your fingerprints
i can’t help
but listen.

Feb 2014 Cathyy

i am forever color in my existence

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Kelsey Erin

i am forever color in my existence

pink lip stick, purple eyeliner, orange bracelets,
green hair, writing with black ink on white paper
blowing blue smoke rings into the air, with time the
walls turn yellow
everyone always compliments the pigmentation on my
face, they call them freckles, they're "cute"
everyone always wonders about my color choices, they think it's
funny, that there's too many vibrant color and they don't "match"
they think there is something wrong with my eyes, "maybe she's color
blind"
but that's not it at all, because all i see is colors, i do not see anyone as a person,
but as a color.
they wonder, they do not ask. they sit and stare or smile and nod.
if they did ask, they would realize,
to pigment means to color, and i am forever color in my existence
inside and outside the lines

i know this is a weird one but i hope it's alright

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Her

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Artemis

Her

I want her for everyday
On the lazy days when we do nothing
On the good days when everything is perfect
On the bad days when the rain clouds form
I want her when she is sad
So I can hold her close and
Wipe away her tears as they flow
Down her lovely face
I want her on the days
She can't contain herself
When she is so loud it could
Split skulls and burst ear drums
I want her on the days
When she's in the best of moods
Loving and tender
Just looking to be adored
I want her on the days
That she doesn't feel wanted
By anyone
Because she means
Everything to me
I want her on the days
When she wants me and
On the days there is breath
Flowing through my lungs
I want her on the days
When all she wants is
To cuddle up next to the fire
And watch her favorite movies
I want her on the days
When she knows she
Can be her
*~W.C.

Feb 2014 Cathyy

Her.

Feb 2014 Cathyy

December

Her.

She's the one you want.
The one you can't have.
With her everything is music.
Everything is clear.
You can't touch her.
Even though she longs for it.
She is alone.
Surrounded and alone.
You can't reach her.
She's beyond you.
Far far away.
Even if she's right there.
Theres happiness in her heart.
Sadness in her soul.
Eternity in her eyes.
Wisdom in her smile.
She is the whisper in the wind.
The ripple in a wave.
When she walks away,
She was already gone.

Feb 2014 Cathyy

the first and last love poem

Feb 2014 Cathyy

blankpoems

the first and last love poem

If you see her again before I do, tell her the way she left left me shaking like a winter windchime;
the song too frozen to melt on her tongue.
I am scared of all her moving on.
The only serious love poems I write are about the same person who hides God in her hair and shows me the lingerie she bought while I try to unfog my glasses to look at her straight.
I am too convinced that she is made up of lines that lead straight to my firework skin. There has been too many explosions here.
The only way to deal with missing you is to tell you and wait and see if you feel the same. Or novacane.
I imagine you taste like an acid trip... all conspiracy theories and sugary words too sober to ever speak.
If you see her again before I do, tell her that I am a mess without her. That my mind only settles with her tear-stained cheeks and the only way I can see the ocean in the winter in Canada is to look into her eyes.
I am scared that I am being overdramatic.
I want to rub our wrists together so we can trade scars.
Tell me the story of how you met your best friend and I'll tell you the story of how I fell out of loving my mother.
I would rather listen to you ramble than check the time.
If you see her again before I do, tell her that on the way home from her arms I counted 1200 streetlamps, 13 lovers, 3 liquor stores and 72 shakes of my knees.
Tell her I miss her like Frances misses Kurt. Like dive bars miss blues music.
When I see you again, lover, I'll tell you that when you told me your name two years ago, I was surprised that it wasn't Love.