Entries By Catori
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simplify
We live in such a full world, such a busy, loud, happening world. We need to take a moment and just look around. We need to calm. We need o rest. We need to simplify.
Posted By Catori On 05.08.2013 @ 2:19 pm
branch
“Too far out on the limb,” she thinks. “He’s going to fall…” But he doesn’t. Teetering on the end of the branch, he takes one more step, out into empty air, and stands there, motionless, nothing but the soles of his shoes and eleven feet of space between him and the rocky sand. “It’s all about believing,” he murmurs almost to himself, smiling a little. he takes another step, and another, swaying from side to side and placing his feet carefully, as though on a highwire. Further out he walks, and faster, until he seems almost to be dancing along an invisible line, drawn out from the end of the treebranch towards the gentle lapping of the grey ocean. He keeps spinning onwards, upwards now too, until he is so far out above the sea that she can’t bear it anymore. Tears begin to stream down her face. “Come back!” she shouts fruitlessly, hough she knows he can’t hear her. He’s too far away for her to reach now, and he’s lost all notion of anything but the air around him… as she knew he would.
Posted By Catori On 04.12.2013 @ 3:18 pm
weathered
The house was old, as it was apparent from the outside. The roof tiles were falling in, the weathered wrought iron gate leered at passersby… and yet whomever looked at the house got the feeling that someone lived there… it didn’t feel empty. An if it did, it was only waiting for someone to get back.
Posted By Catori On 02.20.2013 @ 1:31 pm
flat
The ground goes on flat for miles. You could see anything that was on the horizon… if there ever was anything, which there never is. This is what a desert with no wind is like… flat, hot, endless. Endless. the whole world, we sometimes think, must be this windless desert. BUt where would the water in the ground come from then? It never rains… we walk on.
Posted By Catori On 02.13.2013 @ 1:33 pm
claims
It’s always hard to wake up after an amazing dream about someone, to see them and know that whatever claims they made in your sleep aren’t real, whatever kisses they gave you are your memories alone. It’s so hard to see them and not rush up and wrap your arms around them like you’ll never let go. I miss you when you’re here…
Posted By Catori On 02.06.2013 @ 1:55 pm
musical
It’s about how I feel like I can never be tied down again. It’s about how I feel that I’m finally set free from anything keeping me anywhere. It’s about how everyone feels something, whether they be blind, deaf, black, white, gay, straight, man, woman, or child. Everyone has a common language– music.
Posted By Catori On 01.23.2013 @ 1:47 pm
simple
It seems so simple to me… I can plan it all out in my head– what I’ll say, and how you’ll respond. I can hear your laughter and your foot tapping on the floor to some song in your head. I can feel your gaze as you watch me smile at someone else. It’s so simple in my head…
Posted By Catori On 12.05.2012 @ 1:09 pm
since
Ever since the summer, I’ve been more… myself. Less afraid to be who I am, less reserved. I’ve just let it all go and accepted who I am. Become comfortable in my own skin. Since the summer.
Posted By Catori On 10.14.2012 @ 9:06 am
gone
One minute, she was sitting beside me in the sun on a park bench, and the next, she wasn’t. I looked away, towards the lemonade stand, and when I looked back, she had gone. She was nowhere to be found; not behind a tree, not on a bus, not back in the library. And I never saw her again.
Posted By Catori On 10.13.2012 @ 8:47 am
wet
It’s nighttime, and clear. My feet are wet from running in the grass, and I’m laughing at something he said, his words still floating in the air behind us. He’s trying to catch me, hand grasping at empty air as he just misses the back of my shirt. The warm summer air is filled with the noises of the crickets, and the fluttering lights of the lightning bugs. I run a little faster, get a little further out of his reach, and swing around so that he just stops himself before bumping into me. I put my hand on his shoulder, panting, and leaning over a little to clutch the stitch in my side. He holds my hand there, laughing and panting, and if we look up, we would see the stars smiling their warm light down at us.
Posted By Catori On 10.11.2012 @ 5:08 pm
fresh
I remember when I had first started at this school; I was a fresh face, a new spirit added to this jumbled collection of souls, and I disrupted the social order. i was friends with the superficial populars, and the quiet outcasts as well. through me, they learned to get along.
Posted By Catori On 10.10.2012 @ 1:26 pm
dominant
The recessive genes can lie in wait for a long time, so that three generations of petite brown-haired-blue-eyes beauties will suddenly produce a green-eyed blonde giant. The world works in very odd ways.
Posted By Catori On 10.09.2012 @ 6:25 pm
happy
Happy… laughter bubbling up from deep inside my diaphragm, eyes crinkling into slits, holding a comrade’s shoulder for support. I wish I could go back to that night, and tell you what was going to happen in the morning. I wish I’d enjoyed it as well as I should’ve. I wish I’d stopped you from going away.
Posted By Catori On 10.07.2012 @ 4:17 pm
walls
The day the walls fell was the day my brother died. He was my twin brother. He said to me “Harlem, I’m going to kick some bad guy butt. You just gotta promise not to miss me, ’cause I’m doing it from heaven.” He had been ill for months, but he was worse that day. My parents were out, fighting for the wall, though they knew they would fail. Parliament had beed feverish. He had been delirious. But now, on his deathbed, he was clear. He had no sign of sickness, except for the sour aura that comes with illness. I thought I would get sick, because we were twins. After all, we always did everything together, Harlem and Parliament, “conjoined” twins. But we weren’t conjoined. So it was only Parliament that died, at the instant the walls fell. When the gargantuain boom of the tons and tons of rocks falling made it’s way to my ears, Parliament was already dead. He was still warm. What I didn’t know was that my parents had also died, the rock falling on their bodies, crushing them, never to be found again. I had wished I had died that day. Hoped the enemy armies on their huge horses would spear me on one of their javelins. but no such luck. Now, three years later, here I am. A 12 year old Harlem on the rigging of a huge galleon. On the sea that was once my town. Because what I didn’t know at age nine, was that the boom was water. The wall had been keeping out the ocean that encased the entire rest off the world, and the enemy had been time. I had never had a chance, and Parliament an even slimmer next-to-nothing. So now I’m a ship’s boy on a world of water.
Posted By Catori On 10.04.2012 @ 3:23 pm
various
Various strands of thought sometimes cross through my head that don’t belong there. A phrase, a memory, that aren’t connected to what I’m thinking about. I’ll suddenly say aloud “Sarajevo the Mighty”, as if reading off a poster, and I’ll not know where that came from. I know why, though, when I’m looking at him, a phrase comes into my head that wasn’t there before. A silent phrase that will probably never be voiced. An “I love you”.
Posted By Catori On 10.03.2012 @ 1:10 pm
signs
I guess I should have seen the signs; how my heartbeat sped up when he came into view, how I blushed constantly in his presence, how my laugh turned into an embarrassingly high pitched giggle when he made a joke. I was in it deep, and loving it. He seemed interested, too, and it was a surprise to me when, one day, in the rain, I saw him kissing another girl, and my heart broke. He’d never said anything to me about us being an ‘us’… there was no WAY we were an ‘us’… but I had no idea my heart had been taken, until it was handed back to me shattered, on an afternoon when I had to walk home alone in the rain.
Posted By Catori On 10.01.2012 @ 6:12 pm
fawn
In the forest, it’s dark. Not bad dark, just dark. The leaves and pine needles block out most of the light, and what does filter through is a muted green. In the winter, it’s green-grey. Cold, and soft. In the spring, the deer come out to snuffle at the ground, and their young come from the bushes and play.
Posted By Catori On 09.29.2012 @ 2:23 pm
breath
L… is for the way you look at me… O… is for the only one I see… V… is very very extraordinary… E is even more than anyone that you adore can love… is all that i can give… to you… love… is more than just a game… for two… two… in love can make it… take my heart and please don’t break it… love was made for me and you…
And I took another breath, and the song ended, and I never saw him again.
That dance…
Posted By Catori On 09.27.2012 @ 4:59 pm
flex
I can feel the vibration of his humming through his shoulder. We’re dancing a swing, and both of us have been doing it so long that our breathing doesn’t even pick up anymore. One-two three, one-two three, one two, one-two three, one-two three, one two. I don’t know the song, but obviously he does, and the pleasant vibrations of his humming reach my hand, which tightens slightly around his shoulder. He spins me, and we face each other, in a two-hand-hold, and as he passes me, I can hear his humming, too. It sends goosepimples up and down my arms. Dancing with him is like nothing else in the world. It makes my heart flex just to think of it now. He’s otherworldly, too. Not just handsome, but somehow beyond that. He has what my grandmother would call ‘the jaw’. Or, at the very least, he’s got the feet. We dance.
Posted By Catori On 09.07.2012 @ 8:06 pm
zone
I somehow relate this word to sports… ‘In the zone…’ or shopping. In the shopping zone (which I always am :/). Or to climate zones. Maybe one is shopping for sporting goods for five different climate zones? I don’t know. I’m not very creative today.
Posted By Catori On 08.17.2012 @ 9:57 am
fuses
The light sparked bright, then went out. I thought, at first, that it was just the lightbulb burning out, but then I looked out onto Los Angeles from my window, and saw that in a single instant, everything had gone dark. Everything. The stars still shone, more brightly than ever I had seen them over L.A., without the light pollution, the sky sprawled like a reflection of the city, if it weren’t dark. Los Angeles with one giant blown fuse, and the night sky. I didn’t think long before I dragged a blanket out to the balcony to lie beneath the stars. They would be gone in the morning, and Los Angeles would continue as if this moment of magic had never occurred.
Posted By Catori On 07.24.2012 @ 7:43 am
stretcher
Stretcher
Life is short and life is long, life is one big sad, sad song. Life ends so quick and goes so slow, why does death feel like an obstruction to the flow?
Posted By Catori On 07.19.2012 @ 7:38 am
Long rows of beds… the smell of blood and bleach stinging my nose, my throat. Quiet groans of the wounded, the dying, the hopeless. Quiet sounds of desperation. It was my job, among other things, to quiet them, to comfort the soldiers in their final hour. Every other minute, it seemed, a new stretcher was lowered, another bed filled, another life slipped away. It was my job, my job… and they had done their jobs, too.
Posted By Catori On 07.18.2012 @ 11:51 am
configuration
Mazes. Endless tunnels, mindless turns and twists… I can’t get used to this. Life is so confusing. I can’t figure out if I’m meant to do this or that, go here or there. I don’t know if there is really a structure at all. I hope so, because otherwise, I’ve made some pretty damn stupid decisions all of my own accord. The word is ‘configuration’.
Posted By Catori On 06.27.2012 @ 11:17 am
seeds
The seeds of doubt, the seeds of worry. They’re planted every day. We plant them in others, allow them to be planted in ourselves. Love is what needs to be planted. Love and tolerance and compassion. If we plant them, we can water them, and our own love will fill us up until we can’t help letting it spill onto others. Plant the seeds of hope and patience, and they will strengthen the framework of the world, while hate and envy will only corrode it. I love you.
Posted By Catori On 06.25.2012 @ 7:50 am
dwell
I try not to dwell on the future. That would be a little self centred, don’t you think? Dwelling on what might happen, while totally ignoring what’s happening around you… You could really hurt people. Dwelling on the past is pretty bad, but not as bad, i think. Dwelling on memories is fine. That shows a healthy love for rings other than yourself.
Posted By Catori On 06.24.2012 @ 10:07 am
minute
This minute fraction of time– so very small and insignificant… this is what sets us apart. The second in time (the minute fraction, to be exact)… it shows that we truly are an incredible race of being. The second the mother and baby’s eyes connect and they know that they will never, never be apart. Not truly. That’s why humans are so amazing. It’s our love.
Posted By Catori On 06.23.2012 @ 10:55 am
