Making Out With Words
We write for the one,
Well-knowing these words
We bled out in ink
Will never be read by them.
May be it is the beauty of it,
There is nothing now
Holding us back to use our words,
No fear of losing,
What we already do not have.
I am not afraid,
I am wide-open to the possibility.
As I will wait,
I am making out with words,
Daydreaming your lips.
This book is my way of flirting, it is my living proof that i can write in a tender, playful, soft-spoken language, flirting with myself and life, finding myself again whenever i am lost. There are many poems that surprised me in this book, how i managed to write them so softly-spoken is still a mystery to me but Medallion is a gem i totally adore. PassionART is what i consider as a poem that gets you excited with all it is offering, hidden behind the metaphors, letting your imagination run wild and free. Abyss remains as a poem close to my heart, talking about the fear of new things, hinting to miss the new opportunities because comfort-zone can become toxic. Fun Fact, Crafting and Glitter Glue are three poems straight from my heart without any filter. 2 Souls As 1 is a collab i am very proud of, with my twin, it is one of the author’s picks in this book. The Riot is the poem that got published in OpenMinds, Vol. 24; issue 2, Summer 2022; a poem i am grateful and very proud. Dimples is the first step i took for book 6: Fill The Cracks In My Soul With Poetry, accompanied by more lovesick poems such as Oh Boy, Defining Love, Ambrosia, Poison Of Choice, Game Over, Art Master, Lucas, Artsy Craftsy, Turmoil, Losing Game, Gazing Through You&Me and Obedience. Broken Toy is my gift to my beloved son, written after his disappointment of me for not being able to fix one of his favorite toys in the most poetic way. Glass Heart is my gift to my beloved daughter, written after watching her run with a glass bottle in her hand in the most poetic way possible. Finally, Evaporating Of Mind is the poem that made me strong enough to dive into writing more mental health poetry, it was written about aging, the brain fog, amnesia and the turmoil of half-remembering and half-forgeting and all this gray area inbetween. A poem that made me proud of taking my first steps to becoming the poet i am now.
Sing Me Out
I am a song and I need you to sing me out.
I am written in tears, raw pain and brutal honesty,
I am muted on white paper, I stay still and wait.
I am a song and I need you to sing me out,
Be a voice to my pain and I will be your echo,
Together, we can take down this world,
Just sing me out, my words, your voice.
We can be one, forever together.
The Riot
That emotions I have bottle up
Inside my fragile human body
Are starting a riot,
That cunning and deceitful hope,
That misguided expectation,
That foolish love I carry.
Cement and mortar,
I build up more and more
Walls for the castle
To keep them deep down,
To protect the sanity of my consciousness.
Eternal
Your voice has always been
An endless echo
In the hectic maze of my mind.
You buried yourself
Deep and deeper
Into my soul.
Now I lick my own skin
To get another taste of you.
Broken Toy
Ah, my darling baby boy!
Unfortunately mommy
Can not fix everything!
-She does not know
How to fix
A broken heart.-
Love Of A Poet
Slide in me,
Deep down to the hilt,
Eye to eye,
Chest to chest,
Heart to heart,
Define me
With your words.
Let my body be your paper,
Yours a pen,
Write us out
Until we are both full
With words.
Glass Heart
Running to your aid
Like a rescue mission I am,
Before you slip/trip, fall,
Break the glass of heart
You drag all around.
Evaporating Of Mind
Time is slipping away,
Disoriented memories,
Forgotten conversations,
Scattered thoughts,
Dissolves into nothingness.
The best of me is lost,
Like a damn pair of glasses
I keep looking all around,
Forgetting they are on my head.
There lives a thief in my head,
Stealing moments, stealing love, light.
All I have is stolen memories,
Who will show the light in darkness now?
A shell of what I was,
It would be a lie to say
I’m still me,
I do not remember who I was,
I do not know who I am now.
Somebody I do not know
Tries to hold my wrinkled hand.
The vision of mind vanquished,
Talks to me in a soft, tender voice,
As if I am a baby in fear,
Unable to comprehend the world.
Baby...where did I put my baby?
Who was my baby?
Where did I leave these damn glasses?
Where am I, where am I?
Where is the light?
Poetic intensity
A powerful book written with passion and poignancy. Cathy shows her talent for expressing deeply personal emotions with every page.
August 7, 2022