D. M. L. Catseye
There are a lot of words in this head, and a lot of moments that need to be written down. Most of them don't make it here. Practiced orator, poet, diarist, and fiction writer. more »
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D. M. L. Catseye Poems
Dream Sonnet 1
I sometimes have the strangest little dreams. Dreams filled with backwards parts of normal things. People and places I cannot erase, Actual instances do interlace.
Earliest Morning Notes
Perhaps it's cause I found I lost to much the time before or just because I don't want to be anybody's girl
so yet again I find it but this is the worst one yet
She has a bed of daisies she waters every day. She knows when they start blooming she’ll be far away
Summer is not quite fulfilled until a campfire night Though my hair is filled with ashes and smoke
It's not his fault anymore. Now it's all on you. You brought it unto yourself, all of you. Why does it happen? You're not allowed to know.
Page One, Part Two
My hand yearns not what my eyes have seen. Though the eyes plead to hands, 'Show me again, learn it forever, so when my heart aches I can look
The Beginning of My Notes
I live and think live though think die - still I live speak that death fears me not truth - fear every day
I Hear L-B Singing.
I hear my high-school singing, and such different carols I hear, Those of emotions, whether they be strong or scared they echo and reach further than we think.
My Opinion of Dreams
What do you find when you go through the gap To worlds that must be enter’d via sleep No one can get to you, you’re in so deep Where life and your subconscious self both wrap
Dream Sonnet 2
These are the panics why I doubt what's true. Escaped a beast, we race towards eastern dusk Bullets won't hurt me, my manner so brusque Jaws and claws fight me, but never get through.
Do you remember when I got mad at you for biting your nails? You went on biting then no matter what I’d say. Do you remember the signs we made to go with the phrase ‘peace out diggity dog’? It was your idea to add a dig and I thought it threw everything off. We had secret words and just things that set us apart from other friends back then. What I remember from the first day that we met was you and your brother were shy but I liked you at first. I made you my enemy right away and you pledged the same hate to me on Valentines Day. It wasn’t til he did the same to me; your crush (my friend) we plotted out his death when you came along. Here let me help- Won’t you remember how we helped each other through all those boring lectures and let each other copy homework secretly and we cheated, talked during class, and I knew your password (I still do) . It was great until you got that giant head, forgot all that we’d said. Now not a day goes by that what we were crosses my mind, or that awful day that you saw me cry (the day Zach died) . Now I’ll remember how it felt when you held me tight, we talked on the phone until late at night. I wrote your notes when you broke your arm; as you did for me when I had hives and was alarmed. We were picked on by our teachers, it was you that took it hard. We got older, it got different, everything started to change, now here I am trying to arrange a way, to go back to seventh grade.
I didn't think I was in love with you, and I know I don't want to be now. Until I started to dream of you, I always had a way to keep you out. You're back in again, my old best friend; I start to wonder too, do you dream of me like I do of you? Did you see me in your house, wearing nothing much or anything.
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You're my dream, my goal, aspiration
and I can't get you outta my head
When I see you, I'm lost on location
head in the clouds, feet made of lead