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Maggie Williams Jan 2012
Uncatchable Things
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.
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Roz Mar 2017
The Uncatchable Woman
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.
#love #fear #relationships #leaving #intimacy
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Floating under water Jun 2014
Vacuum
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.
#life #death #society #sorrow #indifference #capitalism #technology
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aar505n Aug 2014
Piratical Advice
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'
This is an extract from a short play about retired pirates that own a cash for gold shop written by myself and my friend Roisin.
Here, Alf, a pirate, is giving relationship advice to a sad and broken hearted Customer.
#metaphor #sad #hope #relationship #pirates #sea #advice #trending #kracken
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Breanna Stockham Apr 2015
The Chase
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
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Eliana Jan 2014
Maelstrom
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.
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Soluna Mar 2013
So, uh, I have something to tell you...
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.
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Impeccable Space Poetess Jan 2016
Recalling
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
For one very special poetic lover of poesis.
#love #poetry #butterfly #star #bridges #wheel #appointment
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Helsy Flores May 2014
It's Not a Woman, It's a Fish
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.
2011
#love #lost #fool #fish #foolish #opportunity
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Christopher Cozzaglio Oct 2013
Hey ****
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 ***-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.
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Redshift Jan 2014
in memorial of a memory
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.
for shae, in memory of kyle.
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phil roberts Aug 2016
NATURAL ATHLETE
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
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Sleepy Sigh Jul 2011
The Fisherman's Love Song
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.
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Dani Sep 2014
Words
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.
A third and final old poem I wrote a while back :)
#love #heartbreak #friends #word #words #girl #fall #hurt #boy #relationship
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Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
Sacred Scissors
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
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Joe Cottonwood Nov 2017
Wolf Spider
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-***, 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!
First published in *Ink Sweat & Tears*
#spider #friendship #outcast
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Marley ONeill Jan 2010
Make-believe
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.
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Something Simple Nov 2014
Searching
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.
A sonnet! Took three days but here it is. AP English assignment
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Paolo Lintag Rebadulla Oct 2016
Infinitely Limitless
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
#imagination #infinite #limitless
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Impeccable Space Poetess Jan 2016
A Classical Event of Mutual Affection
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
Have Always loved you. . .
#love #infinite
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Francis Scudellari Jun 2012
This moment, and that next
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.
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nim May 2018
Now let him know
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.
#fire #strong #blossom #weak #breaking #rising #him
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AS- Apr 2018
Emotion
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
How i feel.
#love #overthinking #emotion
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Sana Abdul Rehman Nov 2016
1 AM Ramblings of a Drunken Soul
The bacteria within my clogged nasal passage fight to see the light
My sandpaper throat takes up arms to be heard over the deafening din
Come into the light, she says; embrace what you are, how you look...
Who you seem to be;
But I can't, I don't want to, I shan't.

I turn around, take a step away
Two steps now, my black socks getting dirtier every second,
Every minuscule moment of this pathetically dull existence
Words, spinning within my metaphorical brain
Hurtling around: subsonic, then super
Uncatchable first, incomprehensible now
Raw, wild, honey & dates
Thaw, mild, funny fates.
Intertwined, intersecting
Neutral, calm, unaffecting.

Lo, and behold
The minty phosphorescence of a happy soul
The harsh contrast of a cerulean one, serene and calm
Bells in the distance, tolling
Strolling along a cherry blossom-lined pathway to nowhere.

Light cutting shapes through the dusty fawn net
Reflecting off the velveteen cushion, scarlet
Dancing now, on the sequined gold but torn
gold, but torn
Torn table cloth, snagged by the claw of a domesticated feline.

Tail wagging, agitatedly
Fast now, then slower
Claws exit the sheath
The fire within causing the ringing of multiple high pitched alarms
No smoke to do the detecting
Old bloke, what are you protecting?

Of that old but weary
Old
Weary
Leatherette case, rexine perhaps?
Yes, rexine. You are the rexine of the universe
cheap, spoilt and ugly
peeling off
looking in the mirror at myself
yes, she says, I am rexine.

But no, I am the dancing celestial light of 3 AM,
I am the beginning of a cat's purr.
I am the lost dusty books of an auctioned abbey
I am the last drop of water.

The sky on a bad day,
Clouds gathering
Soap lathering, (Made in France (c))
It says.

I am the 2% navy-dark-ink-pale blue of an underappreciated sunset
Viewed from a filthy beach.
I am the cracked glass in the cupboard that someone has forgot to dispose of

I am the unregistered number plate
the first dry petal of a once fresh marigold
Offered out of sheer boredom, playfulness

I am the sticky key of an old 1989 keyboard
I am the grease stain on your favorite shirt.

I am the betraying exposed underwire of your favorite bra
I am the lost button.

The maybe, the perhaps, the never
The maybe the perhaps, the ever

The gestation period of a tiger, she says
Is 113 days.//
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Kwakhanya Max Apr 2015
Reasons.
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.
Self written.
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RMatheson Aug 2015
Love, You are Only a Memory
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.
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Elioinai Oct 2014
What's the word?
Art,
Is a sheer, filmy thing,
And a fleeting mist,
Its understanding is uncatchable,
Like a cloud rolling in the sky,
Is it a fancy,
A snapshot,
A product of hard work,
Or a sudden breath of beauty,
From a mouth opened out of habit?
Can we rightly dub,
A simple decoration,
With the same three letters,
That must define,
That which arouses to a screaming pitch,
Emotions?
Is it the possible response,
To an object,
That enables it to be named,
Art?
A wondrous thing,
That forms words out of colors,
And colors out of words,
And music out of smells,
And music into movement,
And enables one to feel again,
And understand what had not yet been grasped?
I propose, the word may be too broadly used,
But I am clueless,
As to where to draw the line.
One cannot draw it at physical response,
For the wisest man cannot separate the mind, soul, or body,
Into useful parts,
Nor can one draw it at ugliness,
For unless it is truly a cruelty,
Some person shall maintain it is fine.
10/08/14
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wordvango Mar 2018
Constructing an abstract
In line fractually straight
But angled and perspective shows
In minds eye
How they meet somewhere
Distant
Take ten steps
That horizon does too
Very much like how perception is
Once you
Are on your knees
Examining it
How close
Is now
How tomorrow can
Be thought of
As receding no
Matter how
Fast you run .
Its uncatchable. You
Can't grasp it even
Going stark
Raving mad
On fast thoughtful
Feet. Run.
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Morgan Jan 2020
Uncatchable
I fell but you didn’t catch me
When I hit the ground I shattered
You didn't even try
Maybe if I was something worth catching
You saw my cracks, so I wasn’t worth catching
I was worth dropping
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Semihten5 Aug 2017
OTHERWİSE
uncatchable a fish must be
our dreams
otherwise our hook would not to be empty

not been  ever asked
our fears
otherwise our secrets revealed

unknown never veiled
our wrongs
otherwise our crimes would decrease

no longer are invisible
our old fires
otherwise our room doesn't with candelight lighting
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Jacob Dunstan Oct 2018
French Broad Rvr
Scintillate me,
Capture me,
Enrapture me

Your Sloughing sunshines trickle and drop
Onto my lap and I wish to catch,
the uncatchable.

Pithy wishes wash down the rocks eroded by time, solidity.
Who shot the sparkles into the day to whet the appetites gnawing at all of us? Especially me,

Tripped up,
thrown overboard
Overthrown

Surging downward, carried and stretchered, on the wary waters of precarious palms,

clammy beast.
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trevor vret Aug 2017
drunken rafe
drunken Rafe.
sitting alone, listening, wondering.
sitting, crying, praying.
inside slowly consuming my own dry mind.

dry from hate.
dry from wondering.
dry, my soul, endless alone.

crying inside.
crying never outside.
sitting crying evermore.

dark is my soul,
dark is my eyes,
dilated, open, alive

alive as mist,
covering, shrouding,
decaying, slowly inside,
rapidly as a thunderstorm spreads.

thundering as drums,
distant war drums.
painted faces.
hiding, rough, scared.

ready to bleed, ready to fall, the sound
of your voice asking me to  bleed, to die,
to live.

life is all I know,
life is all I want,
life fulfilled by the idea of you.
you are life!

******* at who you are,
loving the same entity,
all of who you are.

dying inside, slowly, decaying.
rotting, crawling as it gnaws at my flesh,
inside out.
inside is what you have, of me

to my own personal dismay,
all of me,
just...
me...
trying not to fall

not to fall into you.
not to fall for this.
not to fall...just...not to fall...
not to fall to my own mind

my mind consumed,
my mind confused,
my mind to halter the physical...

difficult.

nothing has been more so,
difficult,
difficult to stay sensible,
to stay sane.

sanity, indifference, a struggle...
inside my own self...

stop this!!

stop wondering,
stop trying,
stop crying,
stop... just live...

live your ******* life.
live as if death has no grasp,
******* live,
it can not touch me...
I am not afraid...

I am not afraid of this...you...me...
i am afraid of myself...******* it up...
not love...not lust...just this...
this is it,
this is life...

just ******* pick me up, just ******* love me,
I am this tortured, loveless soul...
broken...
my soul conceived after the action...

conceived, my thoughts, so many,
fathomless, black hole deep...
gone...missing, wanting... weighs , wanting...
so very much wanting... I don't have what you,
want...
want me...
endlessly...
timelessly,
without, thought and regret,
don't regret me...
don't regret this,
eventhough I have no ******* clue.

just...lift me up, save me from my mind's shackles ...
break my chains, cut my hands off if need be.

slit my wrists rather than living like this,
not with steel, my mind cuts my flesh,
my mind cuts my soul.
my mind breaks me daily.
my mind consumes my empathy...

I envy you... I crave you,
you!!!
I know my mind, I know my heart, I know my soul,
I can't persue this...
calling me out on this,
making me self-conscious ,
making me weary ,
making me fret.
can you see...
anxious...

goosebumps crawling through my nerves,
fighting for my inner piece,
bleeding from cuts, not cuts you make, cuts I make, subliminal, hiding, not showing...

I hate... this...
I'm lying... I don't...
this completes me.
it completely fills me...

I don't hate you... I love you...
I love all of you...
every single word flowing from your lips, I love.
I love hating , feeling, showing, revealing,

revelation is what I have been waiting for.
to me, my soul,
my inconsistent, craving, slowly dying soul,
you set on fire...

burn every last inch,
burn every fiber,
burn it all to ashes, burn it all down.
stack it heaven high, burn it to the depths of hell...
all seven hells...

gluttony
lust
avarice/greed
pride, hubris
sorrow/despair/despondency
wrath
vainglory
sloth

free me from this hell,
free me from my soul,
free me from my pride,
free me,
free me please...

please I cry, I beg, don't make me grovel.
don't make me cry for you...
don't make me feel for you.
don't make me feel for you.
i can't handle it...

me... inside me... there is a storm...
a hurricane an earthquake, a metor shower...
falling, around me like broken spots of wanted rain.

dry, cracking, burning, shaving off of my skin,
sand, dry sand, burning, dessert heated up dry red sand... you are my marlin...
my uncatchable catch...

I have had it... I felt it... held it in my palms,
sweat dripping from my brow, content with what I had... what I felt, what I feel, what I know...

I know nothing... I know **** all...
I know me... not yet...but I do... as I need to,
as I feel to... as I lead myself to believe myself through this storm...

I hate all of this... all of my alone time, it kills, it slaughters my mind, I hate being alone, I love it so much... I **** myself, I enjoy killing myself with lonelyness, lonelyness completes me... you already are my lonely place... the corner I hide in... the place I search for when I want to be by myself...

I crave to be alone, you need not be close... just there, close by... an arms reach away from me... it carries me... it keeps me sane, alone enough to be content,

deprived of my conscience,
deprived of my sanity...
my sanity unreviewed even by myself...
my sanity playing on my lifes harp,
playing notes, octaves, pauses, right handed G - keys playing from A to me

playing notes just for me...

drunk, intoxicated, flying, I find myself, for me,

drunken, I find myself...

I have me!...

I found my soul, my heart, my life, I have found everything, everything I have searched for, everything I have longed for, every unfound milligram I have found,

me
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Jonathan Moya May 2021
Wrestling a Stained-Glass Angel
The Holy Ghost is freely
pinned as sin is from the Devil
amongst  the broken back pews of a somnambulant congregation
dreaming of the post church *** luck buffet.

Release it to the wild,
it flies to heaven,
anointing a stained-glass angel peeled
from the wall as second.

The angel says,
”You must wrestle me,”
I dream of catching the uncatchable,
holding that one untouchable thing.

The angel breaks its shoulder to
be free
of my material hunger
to devour the wrong blood, flesh— to the bone

It ascends unsatisfied
as an altared Christ
cursing the church to contain his blessings in a stone idol and
those who all pray open-eyed.
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sandra wyllie Feb 2019
Have You
Ever beat your fists wildly
against the wind? Ever slashed
your wrists for other’s sins?
Ever lay your body like sod
for lovers to trod upon? Have you

ever stirred at the crack
of a long leather switch? Reached deep
inside to scratch an uncatchable itch?
Ever scream so loudly you choke
on the stroke of a single word? Have you

ever been so terrorized
your blood doesn’t flow it curdles?
Ever know the sound of your heart
pounding in your ear? Ever been crushed
by the weight of your own stare? Have you?
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