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[RainyAndrew]

Catch Me If You Can

Info: Um...i'm not entirely happy with how this is written...and the words are kinda...icky. but i like it. so i thought i'd share. *shrug*

Catch me if you can
find me under this heap of emotion
I have buried myself under
find me in the storm
of sadness i wander through
hear me through my minds thunder

Catch me if you can
pull me out of this hole
i have fallen into
pushed by constant thoughts of you
grab my hand and heave me out
hold me tight and whisper
tell me what to do

Catch me if you can
search for me in this jungle
of thoughts from my own mind
help me search this forest
hold my hand as i break down
looking for this calmness that i myself must find

Catch me if you can
please at least understand
I'm here inside my mind somewhere
fighting for control
i've been lost inside my heart
since first i saw your face
but now, being next you and will never have that chance
I've become lost inside my soul
and i feel so out of place

So here I am inside myself
lost without a hope
Afraid for you to find me
so sure that i cant cope
With the thought of your perfect eyes
being the source
of my final demise

So you, my great friend
my eternal dream man
i beg of you to search for me
and catch me if you can  

[RainyAndrew]

Writers Block

Info: please R&R this. I really like it, but im not sure if others do. So please tell me what you think and let me know what i can do for it. please please please. oh, once again, meant to be read aloud.


I stare at a blank piece of paper
Maybe, a white, glowing, computer screen
My fingers twitch
itching to write, type, click
something
A few lines come
I hasten to bring them down
recording my thoughts before
they dissapear
like a wisp of smoke
The page is no longer blank.
Half empty
Half full
However you want to see it
I see it as....pathetic
but a start
i hope
But then...my thoughts faulter
Once again Im faced with a blank
This time in my mind
I stare into space
thinking hard
My many emotions flood me
spilling over the brim of my heart like a wave
over the docks in the storm of a lifetime.
So many things to say
to think
to feel
to express
But none
to write.
I lean back
in my chair
braindead
When suddenly a thought seizes me
Is this all i can do?
When heart comes to heart
and i need to free the thoughts that form
by transforming them into words
that will flutter from my lips like butterflies
Am i doomed to fail?
Making rocks instead that
tumble from my mouth
resentful
pointless
silly
or ugly
with no true, felt emotions
That instead of freeing me
confine me
torture me with my own insecurities.
Terror grips my heart
as my hand trembles.
A few more letters
words
lines
are put down upon the page.
I stare at them
unnerved
Its no good
I hate it
I start to hate myself
For the lack of
beautfiful
birdlike words that should be
slipping off my tounge
smooth and delicious like ice cream
yet crisp, healing, and amazing like fresh cold water.
I try some excercises.
Taking words from my surroundings
describing them as.."poeticaly" as i can.
It usually goes great.
Blending words together like a smoothie
Ryhming every once in a while to make it
extra smooth
But today...
it isnt working
What i can get down is thick
sweet and sticky like childrens medicine
With that bitter aftertaste of sucralose
that attaches itself to the back of your tounge
makes you sick to your stomache
and gives you a headache like no other.
I have so much I want to say
Why is it so hard
Piecing together my emotions like puzzle pieces
That just wont fit
Those are my words
On my paper
As I sit here
My mind filled with nothing
but rocks
But my heart
filled with every feeling there could possibly be
But no way
to set them free