"uncatchable" poems
dissipated and disillusioned worms eating through the last splinters of the rotting universal wood.
the last transmission of regret sent electronically, spluttered,
into a tissue; in a moment of self indulgent **********
live showings of vicious execution, transmitted directly from the electromagnetic waves into the alpha waves of the young and naive. Desensitization, the last drops of humanity into complete disengagement.
endlessly recycled bohemian ideologies whispered into the ear of the eager idealist. spreading like fire, before burning out into the uncatchable reverie up with the stars, with all the other reveries, shining bright, intangible.
Instant dismissal from the old man, as the big curtain draws. Cynicism and fragmented past, falling on apathetic eyes, a proud man treat with a padded hand. faux sympathetic tones, blushing cheeks on old bones.
Begging with your body crumbling to dust with the disinterested doc, looking at the clock counting the milliseconds to the paycheck. Decomposing until you can be swept under the perpetual rug with the rest, Vacuum.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Relationship are rough,
sailin’ the ever changin’ tides of emotion.
They don’t come ‘bout easy,
they require a lot of hard work!
Some days be jolly!
But sometime things don’t go yer way.
Some days there’s a change in the wind,
a change in the current,
that goes against the riggins’ o’ yer ship
an’ ye struggle,
but that doesn’t mean yer ship is sinkin’!
Don’t walk the plank now,
just ‘cause the imminent Kraken
of breakup and doubt
is in hot pursuit o’ yer vessel!
Like Dido,
ye won’t be goin’ down with this ship,
there’ll be no white flag!
Are ye really going to let some bombastic baboons pillage yer lass?
No yer not!
Yer goin’ to drop yer anchor
an' battle for that nigh uncatchable ship.
But if ye be captured,
a faith worse than Davy Jones' Locker,
an' they say ‘walk the plank’
then you’ll walk that plank,
but ye’ll cross the seven seas to meet them again!
Storms they pass,
with lil' damage,
if ye just brace and stick it out
'Cos for the right ship,
ye do anythin'
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
When I was young, I caught a moonbeam
in a jar.
And I caught the summer breeze, too,
and the smell of wildflowers,
and just the way the mourning dove sang
outside my window.
And the moonbeam glanced through the glass
in a thousand rays,
and the breeze swirled around
for a hundred days
and the dove’s notes trilled and echoed back
into themselves.
And I put them in a little drawer
and turned the key –
to keep them safe, you see.
But I kept them there for overlong,
the lids were tight, ******* on too strong,
and dust had settled over the tops.
And when again I pulled them out,
the moonbeam flickered, small and sick,
and not so quick, the summer breeze.
The flowers were a vague perfume of
summer, and the birdsong was a whisper,
nothing more.
Most carefully I unscrewed all the jars,
and shook the remnants out the window like
dead things.
But the new wind caught them and
carried them away on its wings,
ferried off to the grave of the uncatchable things.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
Well I hope you’re good
at jumping fences
and running quickly
and lowering defenses
And I hope you’re good
at catching what’s running
and I hope you don’t think
that ice is numbing
I’ll turn and I’ll run
I’ll look away
I’m uncatchable
But I want you to stay
I’ll be drawn to you
You’ll be drawn to me
And just before we collide
I’ll run for safety
Well I hope that you
Don’t mind the chase
Because I can’t slow down
Until I know it’s safe
So I'll run my fastest
I'll build my fences
I'll slow down when you show me
It's safe - from a distance
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
I was going to write you a poem stating how your sound is
long, and arching like
leaves to the sun. How it
curls and soars like a bluejay taking
wing from an autumn aspen tree
or how it can flit, like a hummingbird
back to the columbines that bloom
violet, and sensual as May
…But I felt like a ******* idiot
comparing your sound to birds of all things.
birds are too easy, anybody
can write a ******* poem comparing
a singer’s voice to birds, for godssake that’s too
easy
I want to compare your sound to a cigarette, but I’m afraid
that comparison might offend you… what I mean
is that your sound burns
at the end, like
leaves, if you light them, and I breathe it
there’s not a better way to say I
inhale when you sing, and what comes back
out, to the air is an echo, but it looks nice
and in response I wave and clutch at the sky
piteously, but your song
pats my back, with heavy hand and says
that things are fine and good
and your sound
can rasp like flipping book pages
your sound can roll down a grass hill in June your sound
can rope the ****** moon down to where I lie
with stars in my eyes, and nothing on my tongue
And like poems about birds, your sound is impossibly easy
but like birds is nigh uncatchable
and, like the moon,
its light is fleeting
and like cigarettes, your sound
is likely killing my insides.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
I am choking
on the heaviness of the air,
the metallic taste of this storm
building, and I can sense it getting closer
electricity humming under my skin
and I know that it will break
and the voices in my head will do battle
with the voices of the dead and gone, carried on the wind,
and the waves will batter and drown my body
drag it down to the blissful, lightless silence,
and the wind will whip my branches
back and forth, bending, close to breaking
and I'll tumble though the stormy air
a leaf torn away from its tree
beyond control, uncatchable, dancing a frantic dance
but not really dancing, no,
swept along by the elements,
a marionette with its strings ****** by an epileptic puppetmaster,
tugging, pulling, tearing apart,
in pieces swirling, slowing, falling, landing
scattered over the ground in tiny scraps,
dispersing, fading away,
gone.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Apparently blessings soon wither
Where your star shone
Reminisce
In the darkening sky
There's a Taj Mahal!
Undulating endless
Asimetry of
Love
Floating above
The placid
Waters
One
Glimpse ~
My wet hands
Kyoto protocol
Hair in a Thankfury
Violet Versace
And your smiling coasts
Me wrapped in a black coat
Lush lucrative dynamics
Zarathustrian imperative!
Covering your manly
Shoulders
Dig a grave in my
Hollow submarine
Diminishing distance
Was I, to call your firm hand's
Grip ~a lesser degree in Hiking,
Or a postponed poetic height
Thumbs entwined. . .
Spirited as a killer
Eagles mudra
You stare at
My profile
Well ~we stand
Opposing as a lovers
Of A grand Poetic
Name surpassing the time
Awaiting, courting, questioning
Via simile to the blood under
The Bask's barret
No, the ring I've put aside,
My hands are bare tonight!
Bewildered, I´ll stumble forth
within a bright new day to
complete your sermon.
You usually brake the cliche
Walking hand in hand
With Affar Authors
With Dead Spirits
With Alive Authors
Playing dead, unknown
Within the journalists eyes..
When they whisper
Wisdoms to your son's father
When they sturm und drang my sweetest
Sister
The softest spring is coming forth and
I know where to find you. In southern sighs.
Dreamy. Uncatchable.
Playing
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
He caught an uncatchable fish.
But while he decided what to do with it,
It slipped away from his hands and into the ocean;
Forever lost.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
You think you know me as I walk down the street.
You notice the sway in my hips, the way I dress, and the fast but even steps I take.
Then you do it, you try to take me down, based on stereotypes and your lack of knowledge.
“Hey **** you yell, trying to rip me down, make me worthless.
“How much are you, I wanna take you home with me” Trying to buy me, make me your toy.
You don’t realize how bad you want it, you want to see the prize hanging between my thighs, and you want to feel the gentle sway of my semi-plump *** as I ride to the beat of your satisfied moans. You want to feel the hard curves of my body, and see the sex-crazed look in my eyes.
You want me because I emit confidence, and you see me as this concept, this thing that you cannot reach. You, the straight, privileged man, then try to tear me down because I am a concept you want but cannot have.
But Darling, I am untamable, uncatchable, and to confident to be taken down by your remarks. I am attractive, intelligent, **** and know how to flaunt all that I have, and if I don’t have something then I go and get it. You let your fear hold you back. You try to bully others to feel the same. Knock me down all you want, because you’re really mad that you can’t take me to your bed.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
Words are uncatchable, fleeting
Soft and sharp
To heal your wounds and break your heart
They can be smoothed and polished to perfection
Or sharpened to create a deadly perforation
Make them shimmer and glitter like sparks of light
Or cast a gloom of perpetual night
Weave them, hold them, string them up
Taint them, paint them, but never use them up
They can be cold and cruel and hard and dark
And kind and warm and bind our hearts
They're twistable, kissable, catchings of glee
Embrodiery in the mighty world tree
Enhancements which dull the melancholy humm
Of work and stress and all things dumb
I'll use them, abuse them, fill them with me
Pay people with words and words with seas
Of amazing knowledge and words of grandeur
They'll always be rich and never be poor
Words are my forte, my intricate strength
But for you, I have no words left.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Hey, wolf spider
on the bathtub bottom
scaling porcelain, slipping —
uncatchable. I want to shower.
You dodge my washcloth, you dart away.
You idiot. I’m trying to help.
Must I spray you to the drain?
Bare-ass, crouching I pause,
resting my fingers on the tub bottom
when suddenly you are tickling the hairs
on the back of my hand: a greeting, an asking.
So I lift.
Rapidly I escort you to the kitchen door,
set my palm on the porch floor
where after rain there is the scent of fungus
but you remain,
you stand on my knuckles with sensitive feet
straddling two prominent veins.
You take my pulse.
I lean close,
eyeball to eyeballs unblinking.
We, both, are hairy.
We frighten women.
We mean no harm.
Suddenly shifting your perch
you read my palm:
heart line, life line, fate.
Almost a handshake.
My future, would you tell?
Then jump, Brother.
Farewell!
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
little girls grow up
who once reached for the birds singing in the trees
now she is one of them,
the uncatchable song
i knew you as an awkward, silly, pudgy thing
but death changes people
and makes them more beautiful -
too many lose brothers.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
I do not know if it was the guarding beam
Of a lighthouse, roving 'cross my prow,
Or the glimmer of a mermaid's eye,
Or just the glancing of moonlight.
I do not know what flashed in the night
As I tended my nets blindly,
Only that for a moment I saw
Something all enmeshed and shining,
And it broke free.
I do not think I could've caught it
Or kept it even if I did
(It was too precious to sell or eat).
Still I will stay and tend my nets
Where silver fish are known to leap
And vanish. If it was a lighthouse beam
I shall know soon when it comes around -
A mermaid I should know by the sound
Of song (which I do not percieve),
And if it was the uncatchable moonlight
Winking at my swaying ship
Then I will sit and watch it dance for me -
Always reaching and just out of reach -
Until necessity nags me back onto the beach.
I will return each night to fish and gaze,
Envious of the water so kissed with light
And the insensate sands that glimmer
White, stupidly unaware of sight.
Yet it is not my place to say what sand should think,
Nor water, nor fish, nor the imploring moon.
I cannot touch the improbably distant stars,
But I will stand with my hands stretched up
As far as they can go, even if it is futile.
Perhaps one will reach down.
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 9:51 AM UTC
When I was at school
They used to put me in running races
And I would run as fast as I could
But my little legs made limited progress
When we played rugby
If someone passed the ball to me
It was as if my hands and eyes
Weren't on speaking terms
They would give me things to throw
Stuff like javelins and things
But my arms were too short
To provide the necessary leverage
But when I was out on the streets
Whenever the cry went up of
"Leg it lads! "
I was uncatchable
By Phil Roberts
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
Search deep and you’ll know that I still care
And that never left
I’ve never been anywhere but beside you
I can sense your bottled up misery
And you can recall the promise I made
That I will always remain here
I wish I could reverse the cascading rapids of time
And restore all the euphoric essence of the past
But the winds of life push forward
And that’s nothing to fear
The serrated ways you cope
Self mutilation
Leaving scars that remind you of what caused you to create them in the first place
I’ll stay awake for a millennium
Until my eyes fall out
Just to make sure that yours aren’t flooded with tears
And your breath is uncatchable
With an attentive ear
And open arms
I’m there to find a way with you
Through all of this
When conversing with me is the last thing you want to do
And you’ve pushed me away again
I’ll still reside in the space between your feelings of rejection and your discouraging thoughts
Behind you, beside you all the way
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
It wasn’t too late, too early,
Simply a masquerade of paranoia;
Such an excuse blankets my
Poorly timed daydreams and
Silly grandiosity, unwillingly
Born from words left unsaid
Silence is a virtue when you are lying in bed
Out of breath and perspiring,
Nothingness is so tiring, conflicting when
Time has gotten much older
But my head’s on your shoulder,
**** your words and expressions,
Suspiciously uttered into my ear
When I’m spent, on my back
Yet I still attempt a smile
As I’m touched, in denial,
Slightly used and abused,
Your best kept secret.
Keep these moments on empty,
Thoughts secured tight,
Taking no feeling out of these nights,
The sick darkness reoccurs, if it wasn’t for you
Knew it couldn’t be right,
I am shut, uncatchable, unreachable, cold
Because everything in happiness eventually gets old;
This has been for a while,
And it’s making me numb…
I guess now we both know
What this has become.
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 12:18 AM UTC
I am the uncatchable woman
And my dear, I promise that is not a challenge
Because I will hold you at arms length unless you get closer and then I'll push you back farther than you were when you first started every time.
And it is not because I don't love you, chances are I do very much, but it is because in my head I have made myself unworthy of the love of anyone else so I pretend that it is poison and for some reason, despite my jokes about wanting to die that aren't really jokes sometimes, I protect myself.
And it is because of the poison already injected into my veins from all of the men who stole my innocence in my younger days that I shiver at your touch
Or that I throw an elbow when you come up behind me unannounced
Because I swore to myself that nobody else will ever catch me by surprise.
But I'll continue giving love until my lungs have given out and my eyes can no longer cry, regardless of whether or not you love me
Even though I thought you did because of the Time you noticed that I hadn't had any water all day and forced me to drink it
And because you held me when my medication made me sick.
But the thing about being the uncatchable woman is that as soon as I love you I'll leave you because nothing terrifies me more than finality and situations in which I have no control.
This is something I accuse everyone else of to hide my own faults
but they're all too real when I'm awake at night and you've stopped answering your phone.
The love I give will be taken away at any moment
And I wish I could say I bring it back into myself but I don't know where it goes.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
Exploding into countless pieces
travelling across vast distances of space
uncatchable
trembling with enormous amounts of power
I have surpassed the infinite
I hold the reins of time
slow it down, rewind it, fast forward
I polished the stars
set the sun ablaze
the planets I have put in motion
and that universe is but one page in my book
a book in an immense library
a library I have conjured with my mind’s power
my limitless imagination
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
In the darkness going quickly away to
the dawning colors flowing up in sun,
he strides towards the meadows known to few.
A journey untill distance will be done.
Begin the hunter's creeping for the prize,
though sliver ears are flickering to sound.
Calm muzzle raising towards open skies.
They don't know, forsee, rushing hooves will pound
Strong stag, wise stag, alwaus uncatchable one.
Quickly, breathing rough, they will fall behind.
So go on untill another day is done,
All this time being spent looking for a hind.
Only you, my dear can catch this wild hart.
So take and gently hold my lasting heart.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
This moment
right here (and this one
right after it) is (or it was,
and they are, or were)
big-belly, ready-to-drop-
everything, and
run-the-red-lights
pregnant.
No, not with any oh-
so very vaguely named
possibility (you know,
or don't know, the one),
but with a very real
if possibly uncatchable
beauty – all the impossibly
cerulean lizards, lavender
jays and cobalt butterflies
we never chase.
It's (they're) giving
birth (or gave it) again,
not to anything
we'll possibly notice,
but to all of this (impossible
to name) loveliness –
one plucked chartreuse leaf
fluttering down to the chocolate
ground where it will stay,
whether or not (looking
forward or back) we bother
to see it.
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
My agent for apeiron appeared standing
In classical grey coat stopping me by one
Palm reaching toward ninth heaven nine
Such is the gaze poetics, astonished thing
From the shinny reawoken dynastic ring
From my mind I call you on n' on dreamy
My uncatchable personal erudites library
Many thorough smiles unchaining liberty
Of bridges forms n' our humming colours
Above erased reliefs, wave waters mistery
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
You break.
He's the reason.
You fall apart.
And that's okay.
Now you're stronger than ever, you have learned on your mistakes and your weak points.
Now let him know that you've woken up the side of you which is uncatchable, the liquid flame which blossoms in the desire to devour anything you want it to, that you have asserted utter harmony with the knowledge of what are you capable of.
Now, you're strong.
After breaking and rising from the dust, who could stop you now?
Now let him know.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
Emotions seep from the waterfall of my mind
elusive and uncatchable
my fingers cannot translate
the feelings my mind conjures
like a magician pulling the rabbit from the hat
like a lover pulling my heart from my chest
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
You told me I was the reason you survived,
This is the reason why I chose not to arrive
I did not want to deprive...
Your soul of the thirst I felt three days ago when these words were uttered to my ears, wrapped,
In paper that tasted sweet but this,
This is the reason I carry a disease called you,
You, this disease is the reason why there's no more ease within me.
Remember the nights we used to look at the constellation of stars and we spoke about how we had no limitions,
Just like these formations in the sky.
Do you recall the emulsion of emotions we shared that night?
Your irresponsibility generated the possibility of us,
And us was the reason I thrived.
But that's all eradicated, faded,
Gone like an uncatchable flea.
I hope you see the damage you've caused within me.
I pray it's an observation you see clearly, because what you see.
What you see is the reason I can no longer be who I want to be.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
My memory is fading,
your face, a burnt and ashen sillouette
of blood in my mirror.
Catch me, I'm falling,
hiding in a nightmare of ***********
unrealized sexuality,
unwanted.
I'll spin on out,
uncatchable,
ruining lives along the way,
carrying only the broken memory of you,
Love.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC