It's the simple things in life ~ is all that really matters ~ having the ability to reason ~ knowing that I can't control ~ the things that come and go ~ there will always be a fork ~ in the middle of the road ~ If I , can catch my breath to breathe ~ or comprehend a book that I read ~ I am rich as the land that I see ~ I don't need to see the wind ~ or even hold it in my hand ~ just , let it brush against my skin ~ It's the simple things in life ~ to smell the sweet aroma from a rose ~ capture it's beauty with a glance ~ to be hypnotized by the melody of music ~ and give myself a dance ~ to be loved , and included in a romance ~ It's the simple things in life ~ Its wanting to give , or have the ability to embrace ~ being able to endure every raindrop ~ that slap me in my face ~ Its swallowing the bitterness ~ in my mouth that I taste ~ It's the simple things in life ~ Its about sharing and caring ~ those sentiments are priceless ~ being able to see the truth ~ whenever I am sightless ~ understanding that darkness is only darkness ~ because there is no brightness ~ It's the simple things in life ~ that should be glorified ~ with those thoughts ~ I want fight this ~
catmartan
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2b2b2 says: Brilliant Capture.....thanks for sharing....really digs.....ONE |
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catmartan says: Thank you so much 2b ! |
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hymnagen says: catmartan you have a beautiful spirit that shines through you words. I love this |
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StarMarie says: I love this writing of yours |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY catmartan
In DeepI race to run...always on the chase... my heart dropping beats... like shells from a shot gun... I'm lost in desperation... seaching for the sun... It's too dark in this place..I can't see the blood in my palms... no need to sound the alarm...I'm not holding a gun... I'm holding a few choice words...so I will keep holding my tongue...I've already made too many mistakes... not trying to ketch a case...accepting all the imitated apologies...never let no one get the best of me...I'm trying to ride out on the sweet chariot... on the day it was set for me...I'm trying to respect others...while respecting myself...while respecting myself...while respecting myself... you wonder why I echo...respecting myself... is all I got left  |
One Penny ShortPennies in the street.. walk on by...no one seems concerned... left in the creases of a seat... devalued can't compete... pitching them away... worthless is what you say... you keep judging me...like pennies on the concrete... we all make cent... get the hint...copper is a covering... never was I born this way for nothing...in the big scheme of things...adding up is everything... quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies , we all make change...never say I can't be countless... I'll be the penny in the street... although I'm walked over, tossed about , and left out. ..when you get in a bind... It's me , you try to find. |
Last Respectchalk traced images surrounded by blood spills covering concrete like roadkill another and then another afraid to pull back the cover repeat and repeat again extraterrestrial beings hovering hands releasing balloons with purple strings scrambling for justice and peace holding on to memories pouring booze on the wreath holding back teardrops searching for a solution rearranging emotions trying not to start confusion minding my own screaming inside with a silent tone momentarily needs to be left alone until the pain is all gone things always seem better at the break of dawn I knew how to chase the wind never knew how to face the storm ... |
" If I didn't know"If I didn't know would it matter would pain really hurt If I didn't know laughter would I be afraid of darkness If I had never seen the light and the horizontal peak that glimmers in my sight If I didn't know the rain and the wetness that it bring the melody in music when I sing what would it really mean If I didn't hear the first breath of a newborn babe see ripples in the ocean waves difference between night and day would everything be okay If I didn't know the sensation in a kiss or smell the aroma of the finest dish what would I have missed If I didn't know how to distinguish betwe... |
"Whom shall I trust "trust not my hands can't grip the sand my eyes tell lies what I see I don't understand why my ears hear the truth but still choose to deny my lips will lose control they will speak when it needs to be quiet my feet will slip on the tears that I cry can't trust my thoughts they get confused and can't decide there is a thump that beats deep inside It's found all the hurt that I tried to hide It falls so hard that it shatters doesn't even need to know the reason It really doesn't matter It's capable of a break or mend It can despise and love me over and over again let me introduce you to my safe ha... |
Turn up the VolumeI hear everything but I say nothing because I don't speak doesn't mean I don't know It's not always what you say sometimes it's the words you didn't let go It's a story in the silence It's the calm before the wind blow because you shut up I still heard more It's a saying that every closed eye isn't sleep my saying is I can still figure out what you saying even though you don't speak |
Keep your head upkeeping my head above water Is a chore I tip toe If I slip I let go the world see me show of hands no I got mine you got yours and the rest you already know feeling my way through the haze get over it has become a familiar phrase lean on me Is only lyrics in a song Popeye the sailor man Is the only one I know is strong there is always a brighter day Thank you Kirk Inspirational song with the words you say every breath I take Is above the wave I keep my feet steady I can exhale for days there is a calm in the storm I feel it in the atmosphere I can see the clouds form If I can keep my ... |
Poets Dynastywriters thoughts are combustible seeping through receptors Igniting syllables Ink dropping phrases on the slate like miracles six sense alarmed and activated In a poet's playhouse keeping you captivated taking you on a voyage Inside a poet's domain relax yourself as you adventure through a poet's hall of fame I know the shock can be electrifying Ideas keep popping off thoughts keep multiplying close your eyes you are inside a poet's dream your mind is seeing the world from a place it's never seen built on a foundation with kingdoms of Kings and Queens with word processing minds that's working faster than machines ... |
" My Moment "at times I survive In the moment I'm fragile / insecure / vulnerable gentle / realistic / simple In the moment I'm weak / unforgivable / hateful thowd / sensitive / upbeat In the moment I'm analytical / emotionless / unlovable egotistical / pessimistic / pissed In the moment I'm vexed / superficial / depressed confessional / miserable / hot mess In the moment I'm engaging / innocent / caring compassionate / ambitious / resilient I'm surviving by living in the moment |
" Stop Clowning Around "creeping clowns what are you hiding behind the suit standing in the shadow of darkness you stare and we stare back at you the color of your hair-do who are you with the bright eyes no one's playing peek-a-boo and the eyebrows that stay surprised painted grin disguise you live in a lonely place gathering attention that's not a crime If that's what you see In your dimension maybe the world is a giant circus from your perspective the way you portray yourself has not affected me directly maybe it's not who you are It's the bizarre character that keeps us wondering why you are the way that you are ...
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