Catch and Release

You're trying your best,
While doing what you please,
You get put to the test,
You're trying your best.
You spare the little pest,
Who's life you do seize.
You're trying your best,
While doing what you please.

They're caught in your action,
Building up your silly pride.
Reeled in to your satisfaction,
They're caught in your action,
But they are one subtraction,
That you will not easily hide.
They're caught in your action,
Building up your silly pride.

You think you're being kind,
Your thoughts have it wrong.
Games play over in your mind,
You think you're being kind,
By releasing your weary find.
And even though all along,
You think you're being kind,
Your thoughts have it wrong.

You always catch and release,
Freeing what's yours to free.
Your motivations keep peace,
You always catch and release,
But the hearts then do cease,
Shocked with what they see.
You always catch and release,
Freeing what's yours to free.

Twenty-Three Years

Together over twenty-three years,
Together for all the cheers,
Together shared tears.

Happy times come often,
When you marry wise.
I guess they got lucky,
To share views in each others eyes.

Futures are planned early,
But take spontaneous shifts.
I guess they got lucky,
To share in both these gifts.

Pressures come up quickly,
Causing situations that go amiss.
I guess they got lucky,
That they can get past this.

Growing together is both their goals,
Standing as trees, side by side,
Reaching through rooftops to extend souls.
Showing what they were once forced to hide,
By tree-tops up high in front of the sky,
Blocking the sun that's aspired to.
But you've seemed to make it by,
Despite tree-tops smothering you two.
I guess you two got lucky.

Stop it

I can see in your eyes,
That you view only flaws.
Plotting my demise,
Shredding me with your claws.

You never know everything,
You conceive it all on the spot.
You tell them anything,
It all adds to your fearsome plot.

I have to cover all in whit,
One flaw can determine it all.
If you see it, you'll expose it,
Pick it 'til it creates my fall.

Of all I'm ashamed you enhance,
It makes you laugh and smile.
But it also gives me no chance,
So maybe you can stop it for awhile.

Seized

This feeling might feel like a tease,
Probably because it's coming with ease.
When I get in to go, I simply turn the keys,
Then I hit down with my foot with please.
It's a bit of freedom of which to seize.

To go where I desire,
Meet who I admire.
Burn with my fire,
Which I'll never tire.
To gain what I acquire.

The pleasure of freedom grows,
As do responsibilities pose.
I'm not all there at the shows,
I can't make it to the final close.
But I can write opening prose.

Get it

This bad causes good,
This negativity brings light,
This trouble leads to happiness,
This means it's time to fight.

Go for the desired,
It can be acquired,
Just get inspired,
And act while it's fired.

Fight with the bad,
It might cause some good,
Even if it goes unseen,
You'll eventually find what you should.

The bad will always come,
But it's not forever evil.
Because out it can be twisted,
Though the hidden good isn't clearly listed.

Fight with the negativity,
It'll bring you to the light,
First go get lost in the dark,
Then discover the lighting that's right.

Bring your anger, bring your spite,
Her and now, with all your might.
These raves will lead you,
And make up actions to do.

Fight causing trouble,
It will lead to your goal,
You'll suffer greatly for this,
But the sacrifice will help your soul.

Give up a bit, give up much,
Find your sacrificial touch.
If your desires get you motivated,
By them you should be cultivated.

Faking Ignorance

I know exactly what I'm doing here
Though I'm pretending that I don't at all
I'm faking my way through this life with cheer
In front of you I fake and then I fall
If maybe I can let you know I know
That ignorance I show hides lies that call
For me to go be on some other show
What I know of me I choose not to share
I fear I know all of unpleasant truths
Of which I do not want to let you care
My mystery is for protecting youths
I cannot let you come to look inside
My memory lives but it fails to sooth
For all my lies give me reasons to hide

Fight to Prevent

Fighting is prevention.
That's when it's right.

When you end it before it begins,
That's a reason to start a fight.

Once it has started, then it becomes pointless,
Defense is contradictory, like a flower in constant night.

You fight back for peace, destroy to stop destruction,
Doesn't that sound wrong? Like an owl in the light.

When war is declared
All are scared
We become impaired
Without the thoughts we shared
Even though we once cared
Since we feel scared
We leave prepared
To fix what teared
By fighting others' who are scared?

Or maybe we're angry,
But that's just just to hide.

Hide our reasons,
And our fear inside.

If we fight to prevent, before anything even starts,
It might be over quick, though our actions won't be justified.

Taking full control, creating all tension as our own,
Like a rope pulled tight, we'll decide when it gets cut and tied.

Violence

Everywhere you go,
There is violence.
It just goes to show,
Our level of compliance.

It'll never stop,
No matter how hard we try.
We need to first be on top,
Then our efforts wouldn't turn shy.

We're all so small,
Maybe someone important and big,
Who should we call,
To fix this rig?

Which god can do it?
Whose is the best?
We must find this fit,
It will become our quest.

First we must agree,
Who rules over us.
But no one will see,
Anyone else's thesis.

We're doomed to keep debating,
As the times get worse.
All that will work is waiting,
Surviving through this curse.

It's just the cycle of behavior,
It's will turn with the earth.
When we decide on a savior,
We'll discover how little we're worth.

Violence will pass the times,
It just goes to show,
Cycles have mimes,
Everywhere you go.

Awake

Laying here awake.
Restless and absent minded.
Waiting for sleep to overtake.
Laying here awake.
Then my mind is what will suddenly wake.
Once the idea of sleep is blinded.
And ideas will morph into ones that make me shake.
And it my body in the sheets that will become binded.

Thoughts will race like flickering of light.
As the filter on my mind vanishes to candle is lit.
That then displays the shadows hidden in the night.
Thoughts will race like flickering of light.
The candle newly lit shines so bright.
As the exposed shadows turn my stomachs pit.
These flickering thoughts generate fright.
To the dancing shadow they are a fit.

Motionless I'll stay until I fall.
There's no alternative, I have no choice.
Asleep or death are the states that call.
Motionless I'll stay until I fall.
These shadows might just steal it all.
As I fall I discover there is a voice.
Coming from the shadows reflected on the wall.
Either state I'm drifting to I won't rejoice.

Twisted

There's a reason what's ideal isn't real.

What's ideal is simply an opinion,
It changes with each mind.
If everyone got their ideal,
It's chaos we would find.
No happy solutions,
No end to all wrong,
Not everyone does what's right,
Everyone hums a different song.
For those who claim to know it all,
They really believe they're right,
Don't blame them for their final solutions,
Because what they don't understand ,
Is what's right by others,
Can be as different as oppositions of a fight.
Everyone thinks their way will work,
They'll fix everything in the world,
This crazy and corrupt place?
Opinions are swirled.
We can try for ideals,
It will result in many defeats,
Now let's realize what I'm preeching,
Before history repeats.
Just go with the flow,
Don't push to far,
You can fight for what you believe,
But don't make it bizarre.
Because you can't change the world,
Everything is fine,
We have problems all over,
But this is the cycle that continues to wind.
Ideal is impossible,
To achieve as real,
Just float with the breeze.
Is it twisted that this is my ideal?

Competition [villanelle poem]

Life these days is way too competitive,
There is never room to loosen up and let it flow,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

This competition is making lives so repetitive,
Practice makes perfect, perfection wins a show,
Life these days is way too competitive.

Life these days is way too competitive,
Intelligence isn't measured by what you know,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

This competition is making lives so repetitive,
Everything's measured by memorization for a show,
Life these days is way too competitive.

Life these days is way too competitive,
It's too easy to get behind and below,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

All these competition judges need to take a sedative,
And those competitors just need to let go,
Life these days is way too competitive,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

Every Child

Every child is born with a different talent,
Depending on how the child's raised it will develop.
Some grow and improve at a healthy rate,
But some get lost in their parents tyranny.

I've explored all my options,
Maxed out all possibilities,
Every attempt was shot down,
I exploited my failures trying to uncover my talent,
But I've learned,
I have no talent.

My parents are no tyranny,
They never beat me, or anything close,
They've always supported me, helped me, and loved me,
So it must be me,
I must not of started with a talent.

Accidents

It proves to be hereditary
Not my problem, I don't suffer alone
My family is clumsy as well
It is accidents to which we are prone
Tripping and falling leaves cuts and bruises
Bumps and break, it's a wonder we're already dead
With every step and slip our family loses
We're no taken yet though, we're not who fate chooses
If we die, it's our accident that fate uses
It's are healing power that tempting fate abuses

Confusion

You're living in a delusion.
Everything's contorted in this fusion,
All of it comes to form this allusion,
Here to give you this illusion.
Will real life come be an intrusion?
Will the impact cause a contusion?
It might seem to be an awful protrusion,
Pretend your world's making an extrusion,
But you do have to make this diffusion,
In order to make it to the conclusion,
Though pulled fresh from your world of delusion,
You're sure to be subject to massive confusion.

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

--Gary Jules
--Tears For Fears

Wonder...

I can't help but wonder what I would have been like,
If this didn't weigh me down, like I've always believed.
How great could I be? Or do I need this as my crutch?
To which I blame my failures on, and blame how I'm perceived?

I often wonder what I would have been like,
If this didn't give my failures repetition.
Would I be better? Whoever could I beat?
Because now I'm at the bottom of every competition.

If I was born under different blood,
Would I not have this burden?
I imagine that would be nice,
But would I be a complete different person?

Or is it something I did, something I caused,
An accident? A fall? Or a developmental lapse?
Doctor's can't tell, they lose credibility,
Or was something done in my head during one of my naps.

Would it even make a difference? Would I be better without it?
Was I destined for this so I'd have a chance?
Is it my savior from myself in disguise?
Or is it just the reason that I can't dance?

Wish to Sleep

Back and forth, here and there,
I just can't stop bouncing everywhere.

Like an pinball game I never stop,
Ricocheting off walls to the top.

Reflected and refracted, I'm not in control,
I keep getting pushed by some other soul.

I never stop, I can't be put to rest,
I always wish to sleep, it'd be the best.

I'm in constant movement, like a rubber ball,
I'm getting motion sickness, I'm ready to fall.

Human Interaction

You need some human interaction,
Stop straying all alone,
You need to talk to someone,
Pick up a phone.

You're always the same,
Always by yourself,
No one to place the blame,
Find others to share your shame.

There's no one you see,
Just your reflection,
So that's whose blamed,
If you don't get perfection.

No one's ever around,
Just your shadow,
Following down on the ground,
Stalking without a sound.

You need to relax,
You take on too much,
Find a friend,
Or someone to use as a crutch.

Look in the mirror,
You aren't being healthy,
Look back at the mirror,
Do you see me clearer?

I am your reflection,
Staring back at you,
This is what I see,
I believe this is your issue.

Not to be a social attraction,
Or to give you perspective,
But to keep your own traction,
You need some human interaction.

Love/Hate

I love the way you make me feel; cooped up, sheltered; safe from you,
I hate the way you keep me here; restricted, imprisoned; away from you.
I love the booming power you display,
I hate the threat in everything you say.
I love your element of surprise,
I hate when you're unpredictable with lies.
I love the roaring voice you use,
I hate the thoughts it makes me lose.
I love this feeling when I hate you,
Maybe that's why I'm ceased to fear you.



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Forced Masochism

I'm interested in the masochist type,
They wouldn't be the blissed type.

I'm bored of what surrounds me here,
And what's here is the pacifist type.

I'm sick of being watched and judged,
And annoyed by the analyst type.

I'm wondering who wouldn't care,
Somewhat of a dismissed type.

I'm questioning just what it'd take,
To be with the apathist type

I'm wanting to understand emotions,
Especially the pissed type.

I'm ready to witness pain,
And not only the fist type.

I'm needing to see less plans,
Should just leave the list type.

I'm guessing how and why,
Certain people aren't the kissed type.

I need to meet someone new,
So Carolyn can be the missed type.

Pokerface

This is my pokerface.
I put it on everyday,
To hide emotion, to conceal any trace.
When i'm hurt, when i'm sad,
When i'm happy or mad.
If I feel it will stream out too much,
As if it's a natural disaster I can't control,
Rather than the preachings of my very soul.

My eyes get all dazed,
When I want to be someone else,
And I'll get distant and phased.
Like a volcano, envy and sadness will flow,
Sadly, my true thoughts it will show,
I'll become a spewing mound of truth and despair,
Erupting strong and slowly dispersing,
Engulfing every by stander with my cursing.

Sometimes I like to keep it quiet,
When I get too happy or hopeful,
I avoid the starting of a riot.
But then it pops open to avoid imploding,
Like champagne, uncorked and exploding
Then fizzing up, right over the top,
My excitement never can just sit,
Though I'd rather keep it private.

But with my pokerface,
I can filter my expressions
It's my idea of grace,
It can stop the volcano's eruptions,
Mute all of it's corruptions,
'Cuz sometimes they need to hide,
Like all my excited joyous notions,
In my corked bursting bottle of emotions.

When I need to focus,
I try to dispatch my thoughts,
But flash floods of feelings own us,
Emotions power is universal,
Controlling us in one big rehearsal,
Drowning all with random thoughts,
Feelings that overcome and pour out,
Maybe in happiness, or in times of doubt.

Feelings are personal,
Keep them close and contained,
Emotions aren't merciful.
They will show it all,
With no cushion for when you fall,
Don't bottle them up, just keep them reserved,
For expressing there's a time and place,
but for now, go put on your pokerface.

Thorn

I am a thorn,
No beauty intended,
Prickly and cold,
Staying away is recommended.

I can't be pretty,
My pain can be pinching,
Get to close,
And you'll need no convincing.

My job is simple,
I'm the obstacle to get by,
I protect the better,
Now I'm questioning why.

Reason one would stop at the thorn,
I do not know,
But on the way up to the top,
Some do stop before they go.

In the last while,
I've learned to accept my position,
Sure, it makes me cry,
But I see no quick transition.

I know I really shouldn't,
And I haven't up until now,
but why should I pretend,
I have no 'wow.'

I have nothing in fact,
That's what separates me from above,
That's why I get left behind,
When we test the love.

Those budded above, they like me,
They give me my pride,
For the overall effect they need me; why?
Of course; the protection I provide.

They get all the attention,
I'm just a prop,
That they throw around,
To harvest their crop.

I'm just a thorn,
prickly and cold,
no beauty intended,
not delicate, but bold.

But why complain?
There are lots of us,
Those who lead up to others,
For us there's no fuss.

I'm not the only one who feels like this,
I know there are more,
Am I any different?
Or are we all an equal bore.

No Destiny

There is no destiny; no one is controlling your traction,
No apparition determines your life like a fraction.
Blame can't be shared for any eternal dissatisfaction,
No fate can decide your course of action.
Rolling continuously as a wheel; with no preplanned direction,
If you spin aimlessly now, mistakes will fill your collection.
But you should never turn back to make a correction,
No one should achieve that unearthly perfection.
Don't even attempt, because you'll surely spin out trying,
Your mistake is your choice, so it's yourself you'll be denying.
If you turn back and retry; there's fear of self you'll be implying,
You can try to mask the fear, but your conscious can tell if you're lying.
And will turn afraid of that mistake, so much that it can't learn,
Mistakes will flourish, and mislead your consciences' next turn,
As it fails, it will give up hope, your acceptance it has to earn,
So fed up and sick of it all, that your conscience will lack your concern.

Fascists

another written in reply to Carlie

You may be falling with the fascists,

Ready to give up everything we have?

I can't let you go,

Can't let you take the risk,

I can't let you go.

You know it's not right, Give up the fight,

Against everyone who ever cared,

Everyone who ever loved you, ever given you a chance.

The world's not making a mistake,

At worst a sacrifice,

Willing to be the one to fight,

For you.

You're always so miserable,

You know you don't have to be,

We aren't all that way.

We can choose happiness; create it.

But you don't believe that,

Do you?

Always so hostile.

You are falling for the fascists,

Ready to leave me behind,

No- determined to leave me behind.

This is not what you deserve,

This is not what I deserve,

Time to check your heart; you've come askew,

I'll always be ready, to fight for you.

Sickness

this was written in response to Carlie's beastly poem

I've heard you got this sickness,

Attacking you like a plague,

Your heart is gone, turned to black,

Like the shadows in the moonlit night,

As time graduates from the day.

I've heard you got this sickness,

Churning through you like a snake,

Dirtying your blood with it's venom,

There's no way it can be contained.

I wish I was there, I've got the cure,

To whichever needs fixing.

I'll stop the pain, the throbbing, and the nausea,

I'll be your relief from the constant burning of skin.

There's no need to worry, I'm coming in a hurry,

To whisk you away to my unearthly place.

And when I snatch you away, you will be missed,

But you just can't stay, no hospital can treat this.