Late Notice...

So I know this is kind of late notice, but I plan on submitting four more poems this Friday for publication. I have a few in mind already, but if anyone, again, has any suggestions, please feel free to let me know!

Thanks!

Yours,
Caity

Blast from the Past

So, I found this while going through a random notebook. I wrote it sometime last semester as a reminder to myself that I'd get through the dark times.

Dear Caitlin,

You are the most important person in your own life. You are a warm, kind, caring, loving woman. You are honest, respectful, and responsible. You are blessed. You have a family, albeit small, that loves you dearly. You have a wonderful, amazing guy - who loves you. He's smart, funny, charming, sweet, loving, caring - and he loves you.

Things have been hard lately, but keep your chin up. You're an incredibly strong person. You'll get through it, and things will get better. You just have to keep going.

Life has not given you lemons, nor roses and rainbows. Life has been hard and cruel but God has always seen you through. And He always will. You need only to put your trust in Him constantly.

Things may seem confusing, but maybe you make them harder than they should be. Events will unfold as they see fit, regardless of how you try to engineer them.

Relax. Stop worrying. The sun will rise, and the earth will still be spinning.


Thankfully, things have gotten a whole lot better.

Life

I can't remember the last time I was this happy.

Epiphany

Crack. A rush of wet sound
slicing through - between -
my ears, whistles wild.

I'm drowning from within.
How can I come up for air
when I'm filled to breaking?

Waves crash above my head,
holding me within
this watery grave.

Gasping in that rush of elsewhere
a breeze from yesterday
I long to imagine as mine.

Terrified eyes only see blue
as it swallows my lungs
while I kick for the surface.

Desperate for anything old
to suddenly become new
and worth breathing - drowning for.

Love Song

If a love song's
what you asked for,
it's the last thing
you'll receive.

I am not a currency
exchanged in
longing glances,
wilted flowers,
and stale chocolate.

I am a living, breathing,
talking, walking doll
you've built in
your own image.

While in fact
I see and hear
in colors and sounds
your frail mind
cannot comprehend.

And I seek much more
than you could
ever hope to offer
with your narrow-minded
drunken excuse of love.

So please don't
ask for, nor bother
offering any type
of love song-
You can't make me listen.

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You reach out your hand
asking for - demanding
more.
While those around you
are crushed
under the weight
of your steel-toed boots.
We hear the dull
roar of crunching
bones and moaning souls,
as you seek more,
want more,
need more,
take more.

We've created
a monster
that feeds on
our destruction.

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Wrap me in your arms,
it's cold out here.
Voices are loud and bitter
while sharp winds
bite my face.

The stars above
guide me home tonight
away from those
sneering eyes and
jealous grins.

Those faces follow me,
haunt me in my dreams,
tearing at my
limbs and soul,
you can't save me here.

Please, please, please,
shake me, wake me,
save me from them.
Wrap me in your arms,
it's cold in here.