Hey, I'm Catherine Helen and I find writing pleasurable and cathartic. I hope that you can relate to something in my poems, and discover the hidden messages and meanings. When writing, I get lost in the imagery and the way it connects with my senses. That way, the discovery is never ending |
Screeching tires that nobody hears,
a magnificant scream, holding dead weight, getting...
Happiness confined between soft etched lines
and where do they go...
And that day they ran screaming out into the rain,
and it wasn't cold...
All things must move,
and all things must end...
I strolled along the shore,
my head down, always looking for shells...
Twisting hands
because I have a twisted brain...
No one will understand... look at me. What do you...
I strolled along the shore,
my head down, always looking for shells...
I never knew the value of the gold string tangled...
I never knew the power I possessed...
Confined in my own spaces
hands pushing the cement walls...
"No other road, no other place, forget regret, your life is yours to live...there's only us there's only now, no day but today." |
"We read so we know that we are not alone." |