Curiosity Stunned The Cat - A Compilation

Contents:

1. Living in a Cage
2. Bitter, Lovely Truth
3. Broken
4. Abstraction
5. Autumn
6. Time

Living in a Cage

You gaze at me
with your calculating eyes,
wondering whether I can
see through your disguise.
You plan the next step
in the evil game you created,
unaware that every moment
creates pain, leaves me jaded.
You are the master of words,
practiced at lies like
samurai at swords.
My life is simply
your checkerboard,
my goals simply
pawns in the way.
You want me to simply
surrender, with nothing
at all to say.
You love the delicious
taste of control;
the harder you push me,
the deeper I go in this hole.
When I try to break free,
The world blurs underneath
your crimson rage;
I will never understand
why you put me in this cage,
the cage that
locks out my mother,
my brother, my friend.
You leave me with nothing,
then pretend to misunderstand
why I look at you
with hate in my eyes,
all the while knowing it is
because of your lies.
You serve them to me
on a silver platter,
then expect me to
swallow them whole.
Aren’t you aware that
I see through your
sinister, black soul?

Well, I hope you know
that this is the last act
of your twisted, poisonous show.
I have found a way to run,
go where I can be happy
and look at the sun.
I’ve finally found myself,
underneath piles of rubble
left over from when you
ignited my life and
caused so much trouble.
I’m finally free and
I’m flying, flying
away from this terror
that will leave me dying
if I stay near you.
No longer your checkerboard,
no longer your pawn.
I am a survivor;
I will live to see dawn!
I’m done with your lies,
done with the pain.
I’m done with contrition,
though hate still remains.

I will never forget.
I will never forgive.
But I promise you
I will live.
Even though you
don’t want me to,
I will live.
Because you don’t
think I can,
I will live.
Because I believe,
I will live.

Bitter, Lovely Truth

Attempts to fight it
are futile because
it is everywhere.
It is bigger than you,
bigger than life,
because once a life ends,
it is the only thing
that remains.
It is indifferent
to your cares.
It is the raw core
of everything.
Unbiased, untainted,
it is pure.
It is fact, the one
thing in this world
you can be sure is real.
It is inescapable,
because no matter
where you run,
you carry it with
you, in your head.
Over decades, over centuries,
it will remain ageless
because it is simply
what happened.
It is history, and
it is the reason people
do what they're
not supposed to.
In an ever-changing world,
it is the single thing
you can count on
not to change.
It is your worst enemy
in those times when
you wish it could all
just be the way it used to
because, eventually,
you realize it can never be.
Never again.
And that, ladies and gentlemen,
is the ultimate truth:
what was will never be again.

Broken

She stares at the ceiling,
sprawled on the kitchen floor.
She doesn't know why
she's staring, really,
just that it is less painful
than moving.
She turns and rests her cheek
on the cool surface;
it soothes the fiery trail
her tears left behind.
She doesn't know why
it happened, really,
just that it did.
It shattered her soul,
left all the pieces scattered
across the world.
She parts her lips
and lets out
a shaky breath.
She doesn't want to get up
because she knows
it will hurt like hell,
but she does it anyway.
She doesn't know why, really,
just that the floor was
getting awfully cold.
She walks,
barefoot and shuddering,
to the door.
She opens it and breathes
the freshness of the wind.
She takes a step, another,
and then some more,
looking for a semblance
of what was.
She doesn't know why, really,
just that she misses
all the pieces
of her soul.

Abstraction

Colors swirl but
never mix.
It feels like something
I should fix.
But in this world
of no reflections,
words are useless
against sole affections.
Clouds encumbered
with an eerie glow;
I possess something
I must not show,
since where there is
no understanding,
there is never a
paved landing.

There is yellow,
there is red.
There are voices
in my head.
Soon it's turquoise,
accompanying blue;
your face is fevered,
tinted with a greenish hue.
Familiar sights remind
of clearer times;
the sun comes out,
but here, it never shines.
Since here, there's
no such thing as light.
We surive,
but only for the fight.

There are no more colors,
no more swirls.
The wind is sharp,
biting as it whirls.
Because after every high,
there is a low.
The retraction is
painstakingly slow.
All that's left now
are the thoughts
of how my life
justs sits and rots.
Never to know
what, why, how or which
because depression
is a bitch.

Autumn

The rain pours on and what lived becomes dead.
Summer was fleeting, simply a disguise.
I search for answers but find leaves instead.

Although warm memories I quickly shed,
I'm drained, feeble after so many tries.
The rain pours on and what lived becomes dead.

There's no more anger, I see no more red;
I am unsure of what this loss implies.
I search for answers but find leaves instead.

Suddenly I'm filled with sickening dread,
helpless as a carcass surrounded by flies.
Still, the rain pours on and what lived becomes dead.

I thought at first it was all in my head,
hoped for the truth to come and erase the lies.
I search for answers but find leaves instead.

I should have thought first before being led
into corners by the seemingly wise.
The rain pours on and what lived becomes dead.
I search for answers but find leaves instead.

Time

time
sifts throught your fingers
like warm sand at the beach
one by one the grains fall,
each a moment that
could have been
should have been
something of its own

time
stretches out like bubble gum
bright and pink and sugary
in the humid afternoon of
a careless summer day
such indolence
such haziness
loses its taste after a while

time
reminds you that forever
isn't so long after all
makes you forget
not the pain but
the color
the texture
of the faith that shattered

time
waters you down
breaks you apart
until you disappear
the parts slowly drifting into
the tiny crevices
the infinite depths
of the universe

hehe. you already know my opinion on these works but you accidentally mis-spelled haziness in the poem Time. thought you'd want to know.

Fixed! One in the morning is not my time for accuracy. Thanks.

Thank you, Aly, your words mean so much to me.

Hi there,

Living in a Cage: This poem has left me speechless. Throughout, its smooth and you have captured your feelings splendidly. I love the metaphors and comparisons you made. I dont have a favourite part cause its just soo good! xD

Time: I love the metaphors and the way you have described them. Your style is unique and amazing...

Keep it up..xD

Thank you for your comment.
Living in a Cage is my first poem and...basically the story of my life, so I value your kind words very much.

So Simple

Let's make believe
that you were once something,
and I was too.
They may have not been the same,
but they had substance.
And these days life is slipping,
as is your image,
and things simply don't feel the same.
If only it were simple,
and our different, shared somethings
would not have dissipated into
nothing.

Well, darn, I'm kicking myself for not seeing this thread sooner!! *smacks forehead*

As a whole, everything is awesome. ^_^
You've got a way of writing that speaks many volumes (at least to me, lol).
Well done.

I Want Something (The Age-Old Question)

God, why haven't you
answered my call?
Sometimes I wonder
if you exist at all.
Molecules and chemicals
always whirling in my head.
A constant debate over fate:
maybe mine is to be dead?
I used to believe in
hope, dreams, a little love,
and maybe, just maybe,
in something above.
Now I feel like
I see all there is.
The worst part of it all,
there'll be nothing to miss.
Simply put, I'm
tired of it all,
of being so afraid;
I don't think I want to fall...
I thought I felt something
in me before.
But now I've realized it's
chemicals, and nothing more.
Please, give me heaven
or give me hell.
Just give me something
to make me well.
Hey "God", save me
from this pain,
because I'm drained,
and all I've done is in vain.

Maybe One Day (We Will)

Hey you,
remember that game?
Probably not; I'd be surprised
if you remembered my name.

We used to talk and
walk all around.
Now when we walk,
we don't make a sound.

We talked about everything,
nothing was kept in the dark.
Now when I think of talking to you,
the feeling's uncomfortable, no spark.

I used to be so proud
of how we never had a fight.
So how do we get out of this mess
where we each think we're right?

I miss that place, where
I knew you were near.
But the feeling has passed,
that much is clear.

That game, called
"One Day We Will,"
wishes for the future,
but now's worth next to nil.

Well, here goes my last wish.
Maybe one day you will,
will remember who you were
and understand I've had my fill.

I love the flow of the last poem, not to mention the last stanza's KILLER.

Excellent, mon amie.

wow. living in a cage is definatly my fave! but all the rest are just as good. i love your style of writing. like your so clever

hahha

=]

Loneliness

Cold, hard tap water,
the metallic taste
lingers in your mouth
long after the final sip.

Hot, salty tears,
the tracks run down your face
long after you've realized
your fate.

Chilled, brittle emptiness
nothing
when you know that it's done
never again forever.

Loneliness is...
this.