"caitlin" poems
The monotony of adolescence is a laughable oxymoron.
My mom keeps saying to me,
"Caitlin, you're in a state of flux. Just wait."
Little does she know
I'm waiting for anything
to ebb.
Flow.
Twinge.
Any lurch of impulse of life
in this constant static lullaby.
Maybe I'm just itching to slough off my skin of content
and breathe in a fresh new disposition.
Become intoxicated in the maybes,
and the possibly's.
Embracing the oh-wells
and the never-enough-times.
Eschewing the feeling of everything I've missed
by having it near.
Having him here.
Getting trapped in the crinkles of his smile
and the freckles on his shoulders
that navigate me to the spots I feel most comfy.
Losing regard for the world as I become transfixed
in us
and our patterns on his couch.
Tumble into elation.
Quirks transpire the me's and you's
into the us's and we's.
To think... I was so scared to hold his hand.
Not knowing at the time
how great his waffles would taste
after a night of holding him.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
MY NEICE IS A AN OLD ROCK AND ROLL SINGER OF THE PAST
YOU SEE MY NIECE CAITLIN IS A ROCK SINGER
JUST LIKE MY BROTHER IS
THERE COULD BE PREVIOUS LIVES STORIES HERE
LIKE SHE COULD BE ROY ORBISON OR RICKY MAY
OR SOMEONE BETTER, CAUSE MY NIECE CATLIN
IS SO PERFECT AT SINGERS, IT GOES FURTHER THAN GENES
IF MY MATE PAUL BERENYI DIED IN 1995 LIKE A ****** TOLD ME
HE COULD BE CAITLIN, BUT YOU CAN’T TRUST OTHER PEOPLE
BETTER JUST TRUST THE NEWS
AND NO MATTER WHO CAITLIN WAS IN HER PREVIOUS LIFE
SHE SHOULD ****** CHOOSE, WHAT IS A HER CHARACTER
I AM JUST CRONUS THE POWERFUL GOD
I CAN TELL IF I HAVE THE INTERNET FACTS
I CAN FIND PREVIOUS LIFE PATTERNS
BY, WORKING OUT WHEN PEOPLE DIE
AND HOW MANY YEARS, AND NORMALLY IF THEY YELL
THEY WERE EITHER, KIDNAPPERS, OF OLD HOOLIGANS OF THE PAST
BUT CAITLIN IS A GREAT SINGER, AND SHE HAS SOME PREVIOUS LIFE PATTERN
I KNOW MY BROTHER IS A SINGER TOO, BUT THERE IS MORE THAN THAT I KNOW
LIKE, I WAS ISABELLA OF FRANCE, I WAS THEIR FAMILIES ENTERTAINER
I KNOW SCOTT MCDONALD WANTED TO TEASE ME
SO HE DIED AND BECAME TWO CATS, LUCKY THE CAT WHO WILL TEASE DAD
WHEN IT RAINS, AND MUSCLES WAS TO SAY ONLY ANIMALS DO WHAT I DID BACK THEN
THAT IS WHY THE GUYS TEASED ME
IF PAUL DID DIE, IN 1995, HE COULD BE MY NIECE CAITLIN
BECAUSE NOW I MENTION IT, IT COULD’VE BEEN BEFORE 1995 WHEN I SAW HIM
AT TUGGERANONG WITH ANTHONY COSTA WATCHING BASKETBALL
BUT I KNOW DAD IS IN THE ****** OF LISA CAMPBELL, WITH ROBIN WILLIAMS
WHAT I AM TRYING TO DO, IS BRING MY FAMILY HAPPINESS
CAITLIN COULD BE PAUL BERENYI, OR COULD BE ROY ORBISON
AND NO MATTER WHO SHE IS, SHE IS MY NIECE, AND SUSAN IS MY OTHER NIECE
AND I LOVE THEM BOTH TO BITS
AND NOW, THE RAIN IS COMING CAUSED BY PAUL BERENYI
SAYING NO MATTER WHO I AM, CRONUS SHOULD KEEP IT DOWN
GO TO BED USA, AS THERE IS A BIG SURFING TOURNAMENT IN MERCURY
ORGANISED BY THE TERRORISTS, TO CALM THE HEAT, AND NOT **** THEIR HOOLIGAN
BUT CRONUS TELLS DAD, TO KEEP THEM STRAPPED IN THE SUN
WHERE NO WATER CAN SAVE THEM, THEY’LL SUFFER
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
Helpful.
Holding Hands.
Chatting over email.
Have a lot of fun.
Always there for each other.
Go getting manicures with each other.
Playing soccer and kickball with my friends.
We got to the movies,mall,and restaurants together.
Bella, Jenna, Darla, Saanvi, Rebecca,
Caitlin, Isabella, Thalia, Laxmi, Sophia.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
So you want to make me?
A moody?
Ok, here's what you do.
Have a caring soul.
Tear that soul's heart to pieces.
Then try to reassemble those parts.
If you are successful, put that heart inside of a body that is fat, too tall. and not noticed by anyone.
There you have a moody.
Caitlin Moody.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Thank you Shaun,
for the pictures and flowers.
Thank you Lily,
for the ray of sunlight.
Thank you Bry,
for psychopathic measure.
Thank you D,
for the feeling of good pleasure.
Thank you Tay,
for tea and bears.
Thank you Meg,
for Sherlock and apples.
Thank you Zee,
for robots and twins.
Thank you Carrie,
for fangirling and friendship.
Thank you Liam,
for support and superheroes.
Thank you Paul,
for understanding and ingenious.
Thank you Ceryen,
for fake names and shared tears.
Thank you Chiara,
for Italian cheese and fanfics.
Thank you Rod,
for fish and evil.
Thank you Lia,
for kitties and souls.
Thank you Stephen,
for gravestones and vegetables.
Thank you Christine,
for mercurial and poetical love.
Thank you Caitlin,
for product design and Poundland.
Thank you Jordan,
for weddings and Brenda.
Thank you Conaill,
for DT and Courbet.
Thank you Brendan,
for axes and aunts.
Thank you Tom,
for form time and Brittany.
Thank you George,
for philosophies and pigeons.
Thank you Morgan,
for video games and hearing.
Thank you Alice,
for Pokemon and tumblr.
Thank you Aliyah,
for hearing aids and help.
Thank you all,
for reading and listening.
Thank you, me,
for absolutely nothing.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
By Caitlin Siehl,
Read more at http://quotesberry.com/post/111562356007/when-i-leave-you-will-finally-understand-why-storms#Ek7vYV2HDA5XTZ4M.99
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
I am wearing a floor length white gown.
It seems to be made of the finest materials.
I am walking, down a path which has no end.
I see people around me and I realize that this pathway is my life,
I intersect paths with many and vice versa.
Although I look down and notice that the bottom of my dress is covered in dirt.
Oh well I thought, It happens.
I came across certain people in my life, They threw red mud and dirt at me, staining my beautiful white dress.
These people were supposed to be friends, mentors, people I could count on.
I guess not, I tried to wipe the mud and dirt off, but it just made it worse.
Oh well, It happens.
I continued on in my journey,
And I met the most wonderful person,
He took my dirt and my mud away, and made me feel whole again,
I twirled in my now restored dress, and felt beautiful.
He and I walked together for sometime, but for some reason,
I walked ahead of him, I still knew he was there, however.
And as I walked on in my adventure,
I met more people and these people didn't throw mud at me,
they instead gave me flowers and words of wisdom.
Yet somewhere on my path, I made a wrong turn a wrong choice.
I began to collect dust and dirt, had people throw mud at me,
I even began to think that I wasn't worthy of this white dress and began to purposely run into people who would throw mud and dirt at me.
By the end of what seemed like my road, I collapsed,
from pain, guilt, worry, and tones of other things.
I glanced down at my white dress, the one that was fit for a bride, was now covered in dirt and mud, so much that you couldn't even tell that it was white originally.
He walked toward me and I cowered,
"No" I said. "Don't come closer, You shouldn't see me like this, I'm not worthy."
He laughed, "Caitlin, I've been with you since the beginning, I've seen you at your best and at your worst. Don't fear what I think of you. To me you will always be beautiful. No matter what."
I still wasn't sure, yet as he reached he hand out to me, I grasped it and he pulled me to my feet.
He said "You accepted my help, that's the first step."
And at his words, my white dress was restored yet again.
"But it will just get ***** again" I stated, somewhat confused.
He shook his head, "Now you need to believe in me. That's step two."
"Believe? What you mean?"
"Believe. That's all you have to do. Open your heart and let me in."
I closed my eyes, Opened my heart, and smiled.
"I believe."
We started our journey after that.
He always walked beside me, I never ran ahead.
The best part?
No dirt caught on my dress, no mud either.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
I'm sick
I'm sick of every filter
I'm sick of fake photographers
I'm sick of fake philosophers
and Instagram pornographers
I'm sick of the fake feminists
who don't understand the movement
I'm sick of fake politicians
who make no ******* improvements
I'm sick of all the favorites
I'm sick of all the likes
I'm sick of ******* tinder
causing cheating every night
I'm sick of ******* eyebrows
like who ******* cares
when did we become so obsessed
with ******* forehead hair
I'm sick of religion
I'm sorry but it's true
it's caused so much division
in our red white and blue
I'm sick of trump supporters
who never read the news
they want to close our borders
but don't understand the ruse
I'm sick of fake people
who pretend for us all
cover their old selves in diesel
didn't hesitate or stall
I'm sick of Caitlin Jenner
she/he whatever isn't noble
committed ******* manslaughter
yet still remains boastful
I'm sick of post it note relationships
that last for three weeks
it's not a ******* battleship
just make the proper tweaks
I'm sick of all these hookups
it's become a culture
all of these pickups
initiated by the vultures
I'm sick of everyone caring
about what celebrities wear
I'm sick of overbearing hate
that never ever spares
I'm sick of all the judgment
of how a person looks
I'm sick of everyone watching YouTube
trading it for books
I'm sick of all this money
that we will never see
I'm sick of never knowing
what I'm supposed to do
I'm sick of schooling never showing
how to live our lives through
I'm sick of all this debt
that I'll be paying until my death
Im sick of feeling like our society is *******
but most of all I'm really sick
that this list has applied to me too.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
take a look at the first thing next to you
now imagine it but a hundred times brighter (all the time)
if life is a glass of water sometimes i wake up and it's filled with caffeine instead
to keep me running faster than i want it to
there always has been a spark in my eyes that wasn't natural
no one's quite sure where it's from but i used to think it was a superpower
i used to think not sleeping for days was a superpower too
it can be scary if you feel like a puppet that's forced to kick and hurt and attack
it can be scary if you can't make yourself stop
it can be scary if fun isn't fun anymore but danger
it can be scary when you're fragile
it's like a bubble in which there are no boundaries
the world has no boundaries there's only me and my ideas
and i seem to be way better than i'm supposed to
how can you stop when there's so much left to do?
(even if afterwards it won't be)
the world is bright and colorful now but it can go back to greys anytime
it won't go to neutral colors (it never does)
you can't shut it down if the "it" is you, if the "it" is what you're up against
if the "it" is constanly challenging you to go faster better faster faster faster
"it" is so fragile if you stop it for a moment there may be no coming back
there are so many fun things intense things death can be just one of them if you don't control "it" soon enough
when caitlin snow first got her powers in flashpoint she had to stop them
i always had a superpower and it will always have to be stopped
take a look at yourself in the mirror
now imagine yourself but a hundred times brighter (all the time)
if i'm a good person sometimes i wake up and i'm a goddess instead
(what can i be if not godlike if it feels like there's nothing that could possibly stop me?)
there's always been times when i felt like i left my old self to come back stronger and happier
i don't know if there's a happy because every single time i felt truly happy it was an illusion that doctors called "a chemical imbalance"
if i can dress up and be a new me who can dress like this who can do this
but if you'd stopped me i could be angry
(i don't know an angry me, i always forget her)
so i have a calm kind of angry-an angry where no one and nothing else can be touched or hurt but i can
when i was confused about sexuality websites were calling it "hypersexuality"
it can only be a superpower if i see lights and flashes others don't
it can only be a superpower if people i'm in love with have a halo over them
it can only be a superpower if i seem to stop the cars around me when i run through the street
if someone whispered "high risk, too impulsive" i thought fun and passion
the thoughts going through my mind always seem amazing
and i wonder if the people who've written the bible felt like this
if they did, i'm happy for them
i can never forgive myself for things i've done
(not sins, i'm too envious of people who are faithful)
but i guess it's not, not if there's a spark in my eye that can disappear, only on certain conditions
one of the last things on the wikipedia page for bipolar disorder
are the suicide statistics
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Your bright blue eyes that made me smile,
Are closed forever.
Your beautiful smile that brightened any room,
Shall only brighten heaven now.
Your time has come to dance with the angels,
But our friendship will never stop.
Shine your smile down upon us,
All your friends and familiy you left behind.
Be with us until we meet again,
In heavens bright sunshine.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
Caitlin, Courtney, Emma, and Ellen
Just a few of the girls that I know
I hit it, I quit it, forget it so quick
Their name disappears at the do'
They're here for the night and our bodies connect
At the hand, then the mouth, then the groin
This fish has been caught but my skin remains taut
Confining my soul from being joined
Until she arrives, these girls can kick back
Watch TV, relax, but leave me alone
I'll shout when I need, and grin when they leave
But grieve until my darling comes home
She'll walk through the door, I'll forget all those ******
Came by to visit or even existed
Forgive me my sins, a villain, ich bin
But simple *** is in man's logistics
Call me a chauvinist but when the days over with
I always treat my lady like a queen
The one-nighters sustain lust ingrained in my brain
But none mean a thang [sic] when I'm with that girl of my dreams
Sep 6, 2011
Sep 6, 2011 at 10:11 PM UTC
I'm not writing again
But today is Caitlin's birthday
And she does deserve a piece
We haven't talked of late
Yet I feel she's doing great
I'm not sure what to say
But I'm glad I didn't forget
Before this turns to a bore
I just want to say
I'm glad we were friends for a bit
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
Caitlin was her name
My very first girl
I was only eight years old
Thought she was my world
So when we would hold hands
I'd hold hers oh so dear
But then I moved out of the state
And Caitlin just disappeared
Victoria was pure magic
I felt I could fly
She lived so far away
But swore love'd get us by
She spoke to me like I was hers
I held her words so dear
She drifted further over time
And Vicky too disappeared
Sarah was a bit complex
Only cause she loved me so
We were closer than any
Wondered where our future'd go
Our love was one we would make
So the *** was oh so dear
But then I made a big mistake
Now Sarah's gone, disappeared
Elizabeth seems so different
Although I can't explain
So many things to say about her
But not a one I would change
All these things about the past
That I had always held dear
Don't mean a thing with our love
Because our love is still here.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 4:51 AM UTC
this is why i'm not getting married
**** me
bury me with a teddy bear
it would be considered too hot for
more friction, the kind that doesn't result in
smelly sheets, obviously not here, to them.
**** me
bury me with earplugs but put them in after
I decide to leave
tell most of the women whom I would've loved if they'd let me
that I love them, if you're stumped I'll write a list:
Grace
Caitlin
Courtney
Aubrey
Kate
Malena
**** me
bury me with stardust so I can fit in wherever I'm going
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
a reply to caitlin moran's 27/5/2017 article: 'i know the question that every woman should ask all the men in her life now.
how i lost my virginity?
beautiful girl... isabella, from grenoble,
third year psychology exchange student...
yep... we were both drunk...
and in her dreamy, rather than an unconscious
state... she asked me to put on a ******
which i did...
i can't even remember if i ecajulated;
so she was responsive enough to, later not press
charges to the university authority;
so yeah... **** culture?
anything to add about the girl?
yep... she loved japanese cartoons, studio ghibli esp.;
so no, i didn't loose my virginity
to a sex-bot.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
Tall,
Funny,
Fat,
Serious,
Moody,
Loner,
Popular,
Shy,
Afraid,
******
Player,
Geek,
Stoner,
Among others..
We give out titles like candy,
You are this,
She is,
He is..
Why? Why does our world revolve around titles?
Why cant I just be Caitlin Alexandra Moody?
Not Fat, Tall, ****** Spoiled, Perfect, Angel, Geek, Loner, Shy, Moody.
I am me.
That's it.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
she and I run to and from the waves
like little kids at play
at a beach on a sickeningly sweet day
we run toward the ocean and get swept up in the tide
these fickle boys that sway our life
you're always there for me when the salt water licks my wounds
and I promise I'm there for you now-even if we can't be in the same room
I guess a storm came in and made us go inside
the lightening made you cry, the thunder made you hide
but summer will come in the nick of time
you'll lay under the sunshine
with a healed heart and a free mind
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
A wave is breaking inside of me
Tired of living a life of negativity
How can I break these chains that haunt?
Everyday is a hollow dream
There must be a rainbow
That will break the clouds in this storm in my brain
That barricades my self esteem
My confidence is lacking
My fear's consuming
What must I do, to conquer these isolated ideas?
My heart began to pulse
I knew I had lost all control
Then I remembered my Grandma used to say
"When you feel that you have reached your end with shame
Read this from The Book of Knowledge and proclaim"
PSALM 91:14
Because he loves me," says
The Lord, "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name."
I know that I will have faith to back me up
I smile, knowing not all is lost
This thought brings my mind to the center of all!!
My life is a true blessing
Our Father gave us His Son
Jesus has paid the cost
My fear is lost in a sea of hope
I truly realize no matter how hard
The ocean currents rise I will sustain
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Eternities ahead,
but miles behind,
we collaborated together
to find places to hide.
We started out young,
hide and go seek.
Hiding, but laughing,
so young and naive.
Then we got older,
hiding from boys,
hiding the music our parents called noise.
Hiding from school,
hiding from grades,
hiding some of the friends that we made.
Then as we aged,
we hid from our thoughts,
we hid from our feelings,
and the darkness they brought.
Hiding our fears,
hiding our troubles,
behind all our smiles,
we hid all our stumbles.
But as the years passed,
we kept on trying.
We began to find acceptance
in the love we were denying.
We learned to be happy,
we learned to be wise.
We discovered ourselves,
and rekindled our light.
So as we push forward
we'll continue to fight,
to show all the others,
there's no need to hide.
-Caitlin Harvey
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
We’d been at sea on a cruise ship,
Some days to Paradise,
An island in the pacific
Of beaches, trees and spice,
But storms, they were foregathering
Not just for the ship at sea,
For frost with us was travelling
Inside Caitlin and me.
With eyes averted we rarely spoke
There were demons in my head,
For she would flutter about at night
Not join me in our bed.
The ship ploughed on through a restless sea,
While the clouds outside were grey,
And I began to regret that we
Had chosen this holiday.
I woke each morning before the dawn
And not a word was said,
For Caitlin lay, facing away
On the far side of our bed.
I’d roam around in the early hours
The silent, deserted ship,
But a life aboard alone, it sours
By the fifth day of a trip.
The clouds grew dark, enveloped the ship
And mist lay deep on the decks,
While down beneath the fathomless sea
Lay a thousand sunken wrecks.
A thousand wrecks of hopes and dreams
That started away like this,
Lost forever beneath the sea
At the lack of a touch, or kiss.
We sailed, we sailed, by God we sailed
With our heartsick contraband,
For days we sailed as the storm winds railed
But we caught no sight of land,
We caught no sight of the what-we-were
Before, when our world was new,
For love was blind in the mist and wind
That sailed with the cruise ship too.
Surely there was a meeting point
Between the land and the sea,
But the ship sailed on with our tempers gone,
We sailed in misery,
A day beyond our arrival point
The Captain came to say,
‘The land has gone, there’s something wrong
We were due there yesterday.’
Wherever we looked about to see
The sea was all we saw,
I’d turn and spin, keep my hopes within,
All hope had flown before.
We cruise around in an endless sea
With never a sight of land,
And nothing is left of what was ‘we’
It’s buried in sea and sand.
Buried alive in the sea and sand
With a frost that shatters the eye,
Gone with the hope of sighting land
Between the sea and the sky.
We’re drifting now, for we’re out of fuel
In a world of liquid pride,
With she content at the prow of the ship
And I with the wake that died.
David Lewis Paget
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
I am great.
I am adventurous.
I am daring.
I am important.
I am kind.
I am cool.
I am worthy.
I am moody.
I am caring.
I am me.
I am Caitlin.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
"I hate you more when I'm drunk" you said
Everything about me makes you angry
I still sit on my hands and try not to say anything unless spoken too
"No one else will deal with you, **** stop crying, I don't want people seeing my woman with tear stains."
So I wouldn't cry in front of you anymore
Each night I'd fall asleep helpless to my meal sized portion of pills
Anti-anxiety, antidepressant, sedative, pain killer, sleeping aid
"You're just like your Mother, all messed up"
I'm so ******* tolerant and you're so ******* disturbed
At least my Mother, didn't **** my married Father for his money
Sorry I just told everyone that
"Why can't you be more like...
Claire? Caitlin? Maia? Anna?"
I don't want to be like them
but if I was, you'd probably actually love me or at least stop
smacking me hard enough to make my jaw ache for hours
Three days before you put me in the hospital,
by the way I tested positive for Rohypnol
You gave me a ring, solid gold and diamonds
that night you weren't worried about my stomach being pumped
but,
"She better be wearing that ring, better not lose it in the hospital"
I flushed your $15,000 guilt gift down a hospital toilet.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC