"scense" poems
I had to write it
right then
nothing would stop the flow
out of my mouth
whirlpools of imagination
my vision drenched with words
running over and over the brim
it was pouring out
spilling onto the floor
puddles at my feet
find me a pen
I need a pen
write it write it out
on the back of napkins
scraps of paper
margins
envelopes
skin
write it while the river flows
while the deluge pours
while the words still make scense
find me a pen
I need to write
I will never remember it the same way
the same way it saturates my clothes
my skin
panic and euphoria
fear and excitement
write it out
write it out
find me a pen
before it's too late
before it's gone
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Gorgous, Pretty, Smart, Thats what we think
maybe its different, personality, the heart,
it makes more scense, the height, No one should care
looks, there just looks
beauty is on the inside, not the outside
beautiful is the Ego within
-Cathaline Cabreja
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 7:45 PM UTC
when not the monsters under my bed
Make me have sleeples nights
But my own mind
Making me have a hard time
Forcing me to rhyme
And is torturing me in my own mind
Wishing upon my downfall
While making me cry
With the long ago scense
From my previous life
But who is it
that torments me in those lonely night?
Is it the night
who wakes me up
Or is it me,
who won't let my running thoughts cry?
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
i want to grow up and be
the bestest dammed poet /
I want to see
at least one muse 1
and make an
imaginary pond O
silvery glow
s
and swim naked
snakey
avant garde(ly)
in all my failings
exposed and in bad taste
written with blood from
fish i squished
bear handed
and squeezed
of all they scense?
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Hi mom,
I exist.
Despite what you think;
your little girl that lived in your tummy,
walks this earth!
Wandering with a scense of ABANDONMENT-----
Asking herself
(Where's mom?)
and
(Why doesn't she care?)
Then I get angry,
screaming till my lungs give way.
(!!!AM I NOT THE DAUGHTER YOU WANTED!!!)
Am I even a memory or a fading shadow,
left in the depths of your lost N' sorry mind.
So don't expect me to mourn your death.
'Cause all thats left in my heart for you is HATE and WRATH.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
LOOK
I looked
I started to see.
How little I actually am.
How small compared to the mountens and the sea.
But it doesn't make me feel weak.
It makes me feel strong.
Like nothing can touch me.
Cause nobody could make these beautiful scense go away.
Cause every person is as little as I am.
Nobody can make the world stop turning.
Nobody can make the sun stop turning red when its going in to the sea.
Everybody is as little as me
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC