D. M. L. Catseye
Sounds That Seem - Poem by D. M. L. Catseye
Children have reasons for deceiving each other
but I am deceiving the world. I'm not happy.
Seem is the magic word that I will always believe.
I seem happy. I seem.
If I could cut my seams, then everything
would flow from me, a waterfall of lies
flowing from behind my eyes, turned to truth.
I had you. Until my needs were few.
then I ran, ran from faith, I can't run,
muscles are waste because all I do is lie
lie around, listen to sounds
Sounds of youth and love and soul,
all I hear is Rock and Roll, until
all I believe is the words and notes and
keys and chords, beats and rhymes,
yes I hear this all the time. there's a
set in my brain and the tempo stays the same
as if I were a musician. & That, I am not.
Though to some, that's how I seem. cos of all
the songs I know. All the phrases that chase
me down til I can barely stand. And I love it.
I love the sound, love the noise. Brings me joy.
yes. False joy. and, all it is is noise, so I fight it,
try to convince myself that I feel alright,
but by the end of the night
I've got scissors in my hands and they
love to ruin my plans
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