when i...

catefrances

the sun sets pink between the tall trees
a cockatoo calls solo into the waning day
he sits, an ankle resting on his knee, his baby daughter sleeping unaware,
with the gentle rocking and the warm heartbeat of her father.
he watches as she turns the soil tending plants, each keeping the other alive
for now, and he waits for her to come back from further than the field she tends...
...and hopes that she will.

justam

This ^^^ is a sweet picture cate.

catefrances

justam wrote:

This ^^^ is a sweet picture cate.

thank you.

that one came to me while i was walking home from the shops yesterday and as i walked i kept repeating the lines so i wouldnt forget them.. when i walked through the front door i dumped the groceries and told the kids to shush cause i had some words in my head i had to get out... then they could talk to me. i was thinking it maybe part of something bigger but im not sure now.

justam

I could certainly see it as something bigger.

It seems warm with orange light on their skin to me. Tropical. With dark brown dirt!

catefrances

justam wrote:

I could certainly see it as something bigger.

It seems warm with orange light on their skin to me. Tropical. With dark brown dirt!

maybe sub tropical... and the dirt is red.

catefrances

do you ever stop and wonder whats inside my head?
do you ever think what if our thoughts match
do you ever think to reach out, then stop not wanting to look the fool?
do you ever feel the silence in between is just too much to bear?

or do you just sit there quietly and wish i wasnt there?

catefrances

she stood on the bank above the river her brow furrowed her face a quizzical mask. her shoulder barely touching his. is that it? she asked. yeah. what were you expecting? something more. i thought itd be bigger.. more majestic somehow. he sighed. thats your problem girl, you always expect something more. why shouldnt i? cause its not how it works. well it should. its just a river you know. hmm thought wed gotten on to something else there he kept his mouth shut. she was expert at getting him to talk about stuff at times he didnt want to. and he didnt want to do so now.

catefrances

in my shoes i hate to be
id rather be in my bare feet

id rather not hear your voice
or see the light of another dawn

id rather someone kill me now
than wait and wonder where and how

make it quick sneak up from behind
such joyful silence will then be mine

catefrances

they came to see her smile... they shouldntve wasted their time. she stood there waiting... watching from behind tired eyes. she had nothing to say and clearly they didnt either. they stood there waiting... and waiting.. they talked quietly amongst themselves and didnt notice that when one of them yawned she smiled.

catefrances

his voice scratches as he sings
stretched across his broken heart
something goin' on inside
but they all dont see it
his deep sad is what they like
yeah they see that alright

falling down trying to get up
he takes his leave
through the back door
heavy metal in his hand

seen from behind walking
his head down, his mind dark
rests a while, his back against a decaying fence
life comes down to moments they say
and this is one of them
his body expels a heavy sigh
as a dark night descends upon his soul

catefrances

you are everything
you are nothing
you are my breath
the hand that chokes
the whispers i hear
are delusions i wrought
you are
everything
everything now
that im not.

rollings

Always enjoyed your writing

catefrances

rollings wrote:

Always enjoyed your writing

gracias

catefrances

id see it in your eyes
if there was anything to see
a vacant stare looks back at me
as if i wasnt there
i wonder if theres anything
inside that skull so hard
or if all that youre thinking
if youre thinking at all
has been programmed from the start
of a life already chosen
subdued and meaningless
to stand upon the sidelines
be a spectator, not a thief
of the existence laid out before you
to learn to live again
to be what it is that you want
to say anything without a care
so while youre standing there
dreaming of what i do not know
close you fingers make a fist
and tell them where to go
youre gonna do it your way
there is no other way
tell them they can walk beside you
or get the fuck out of the way
cause you wont do what they want
you dont hear the words they say
they dont know you and they never will
so dont forget to remind them
youre gonna do it your way
cause there is no other way

catefrances

candy says she can walk away anytime
but i dont believe her
ive seen that look she gets in her eye
she likes it all just a little too much

candy says she can walk away anytime
but she sits there making no move
she gives me that smile that says
she likes it all just a little too much

candy says shes in control
even though she knows shes not
she needs the cash and what it can buy her
and we all can just go to hell

catefrances

in socks she spins across the floor
looking to obliviate her surrounds
half empty wine glass in her hand
she remembers when it was half full
yeah she knows regrets are just lessons not yet learned.
but still the hurtings begun
she doesnt need a reason to think he aint ever coming back
she can hear the thunder far off
the music in her head not words unsaid
is what truly breaks her heart
in socks she spins across the floor
crying out his name

catefrances

dear lola,
i kissed thurston moore last night.


thought you didnt do musicians?

catefrances

tis only booze that gives me courage
to say what it is i think
but tis cause of booze i cant
so i step away and think
what it is i want to say
'bout what it is i feel
and should i wait til morning
to gauge my honesty

theres so many words eating me
that i think you need to hear
but then i pause and wonder
how much i can afford for you to hear
you never seem to wonder
where it is i am
you never ask the questions
i think you need to ask
i sit and ponder many things
but mostly youre in my thoughts
and theres never any doubt what id do
given the opportunity..

.. and so i make myself small
try to conserve my energy
and hope what it is i feel for you
doesnt kill me in the end.

donnaruhl

Nothing like standing naked to the world. With your thoughts,Your emotions running wild.And sober isn't easy,But it's a start in the right direction. Nice Poem.

catefrances

gracias