Monthly Archives: December 2013

Why you shouldn’t clean.

Feeling faint and sick as a tree
Tossed and turned in a torment sea.
Sweeping, swashing, water sloshing
Until I stoop to lean 
Upon a couchy beam.

A pile of wrapping
A pile of snapping
Plastic, papers
Ruins of capers
All amound 
The centered ground.

Mind addressing
Body’s need to sit and sigh.

Body nests
Body rests
Mind watches the pile of dust shift by.


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Merry Christmas Again.

I’ll be wishing you a Merry Christmas until the twelve days are up, so get used to it.

I’ve written lots of random poems the last few days, but I never got to a computer, so you never got to see any of them. So here’s one that I still kinda like.


In the middle of the night,
When the birds are done with flight,
When all is out of sight,
I write.

When the sun starts to rise,
And rids the shadows from my eyes,
And the dew on grass, it sighs,
I lie.

When the day is half way through,
When the light’s no longer new,
When it’s an hour or so til two,
I coo.

I arise and start my day,
Work that has no pay,
When others hit the hay,
I write.


Merry Christmas.

– Cdukulele

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On the positive side.

I’m gonna be positive, because my bitter angry mood about life annoys people, and it annoys me.


To the max.

Wherein lie these positives?

I don’t have a car, but I have FEET. That’s right. Feet. I can flippin walk. Down the street. Like a boss.

I don’t have a job, but I have FOOD and SHELTER. You know why? Cuz I have the most bomb-diggity parents ever.

(Yeah…I don’t know why I decided slang Catherine is happy Catherine…)

I don’t have a significant other, and my longest relationship only lasted three days, but you know what, I have FAMILY, and two of the most amazing nieces who smackdown on me like pro-wrestlers to keep me from leaving their house, because they love me that much.

So yeah, I got problems. I got troubles. I got things that make me want to huddle in my bed and cry until the whole world gets better….

but I also have Cinnamon Rolls. 

So I can survive. 

– Cdukulele



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Out-of-line Dating.

Nope. It still hurts.

It was definitely too soon
to jump into that ruin,
which in itself can probably be nice,
but right now I need real life.

Can’t handle the expectations,
all without many regulations,
so the heart just keeps getting trampled,
all while you feel like you’re being sampled,
and people are like:
“Is this what I want? Let me judge, judge and flaunt. No, I don’t like that stuff, well I’ve had enough, move on.”

Then I do it too.
See, I learn from you.
Your habits kind of rub off on me.
Then I’m judging by guessing and vague notions of reality.

Loving, no.
Thinking, so,
so much.

Unkind cookie cutter thinking that in a blinking
washes souls away and divides into who I will and will not
play this game of trying to love with,
like a sieve.

And love should not be a game
for the strong or the lame.
We should not compete
to see if we are complete
enough by ourselves
or if we need someone to tell
who we are,
because what we are
is loved.

That’s how it should be.
Loving, and you loving me.
Live that reality.
Stop looking for someone to love and just love someone. Everyone.
Love them like they are a person worthy of love. Yes it’s enough.

Don’t search and be curt and cause people hurt because you want “love”.
Don’t please and inspire and set hearts on fire because you need their “love”.
Don’t say and do whatever you can, pretend that you are the perfect man, try to complete any life long plan, because of “love”.

Honestly be. Honestly see. Honestly get to know me…and then, maybe you can be, in “love”…but first you have to really Love.

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Yeah, I used the word “love” a lot. The English language is a bit deficient in the words for “love” category. Still, I hope you enjoyed it and got the point. Or got something out of it.
I’m emotionally hurting a bit right now, so I wrote. If ya have any questions, or loving, friendly comments, feel free to add them below. It’d be nice to hear from you. Hear how you like my poetry. Hear how confused you are. Hear about my grammar errors (Ha. You wouldn’t do that to me, would ya? …Except, please do, if you are seriously distracted and confused by something. For that would imply that you deeply read and analyzed my poetry, and that’s a compliment in itself).


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Out like a …

Well that’s over.
The storm of love.
Gone in an instant.
Dies out without hardly anyone to notice.
Nobody at the funeral.
Oddly there’s a flower growing from the grave.
A song I managed to slip in.
Managed to get some creativity out of that torrent of emotion.
I will miss… Not that.
But it gives me something to look forward to.
Half of something to look forward to.
Look forward to loving words coming from the mouth of someone who really loves. Someone who’s had time to consider whether they actually like me.
Someone who can be a little chill about things.
I do not look forward to any of those mistakes ever being repeated again.
I happily shudder away from those.
It was cute. Then it was terrifying.
Gone without even smoke to remind of it’s existence.
Maybe we can just be friends.
Or maybe you’ll try to fall in love with “loving” me again.


…So much for time.

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Trying to vindicate.

I suppose it makes sense,
And really it shows you’re not dense,
to want perfection over not.

Oh. I ought.But all those imperfects still reflect their creator.

Like a broken mirror or a handwritten paper.

The first reflects, even badly so, and the second is a note from the prime writer.

Oh, but the broken mirror is cracked! And the note is simply a message.

But hopes remain that both will lead you to the true visage.

And if all you have is a broken mirror and a note, you hold onto these with all you can and dote

upon them because

they remind you of the one who most truly loves.

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Here goes the soul baring.

So. Him. We’ll talk about him now.

I wish HIM was God.
I like talking about God.
God loves me.
Thinks I’m beautiful.
Loves even my imperfections.
Only wants me to change what I can out of love.
Loving change. To love more.
He doesn’t mind if I am physically broken.
He let’s me say things in my own time.
He loves my voice, and I love his.
I don’t have to worry about when I’ll talk to him next.
Or whether I don’t want to talk.
He’s loving. He’s beautiful. He loves me.
I don’t ever have to worry about loving him too much. Liking him too much. Hurting his feelings.
He loves me and comforts me and he knows exactly what I need and what to say.
He doesn’t hurt me.
Not on accident or on purpose.
He allows me to be free to love.
Doesn’t overbear. Doesn’t pressure. Doesn’t smother with love and affection that you don’t want to lose.
Because you can never lose it.
Being in a relationship with God will never hurt you.
You might hurt you while in that relationship.
But he will never hurt you.
Okay, so instead of talking about the guy I talked about “The Big Guy”.
Because….He’s easier to talk about. I’d much rather talk about him.
I understand my relationship with him much better than any relationship with men.
Suffice to say, this guy business, that consists of me being distracted, also consists of me being very uncertain.
I’m hoping time will help.
 I’ll write a poem.
– cd

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