Catch Some Wide Eye

This Blog Is Retired

Catch Some Wide Eye is officially a poetry graveyard and a monument to the folly of my twenties. My poetic prowess ranging from poor to average, I have finally admitted defeat and moved on to other writerly endeavors. Visit The Scribbler’s Workbook┬áif you’d like to follow the next chapter of my writing career.

Remembrance- The Time Capsule Poem from Year 25

this is my single song, my song of the past
my song for the future is unclear
but i press the buttons from day to day
pushing forward, pushing closer to you, self.
i love you.
perhaps you will want to be reminded of yourself
perhaps you will need comfort
i cannot envision you; to me you are veiled.
but me, yes me you can see clearly
recalling in detail, no matter how fuzzy
who i am this day.
i love you.
i live in a place where death lingers
where love hates, where peace is murdered
and i feel it would be foolish to think
to hope these things would change
and that you live in a world that is better.
i know your world is different,
but that is all i know.
i love you.


stretched like skin over a drum
dead by default
live by bashing

the way you shrink down a little
at the sound of your own voice
a noise too naked
to be of your own making


we translate our souls:
thick blotches of indigo ink
on flecked and knotted tatters of paper

Thank You

without your silence
i would not be
the beautiful outcast
i’ve become

Untitled 104

recycles its soul
to the future

the future
sheds daily
its broken past


this thing in my heart
i’d forgotten
it’s real

A Meditation on the Nature of Love

love is a river
coursing and still at once
always refreshing itself
both painfully dangerous
and soothingly life-giving
multiple currents, eddies
the length, depth, breadth inestimable
never leaving what it touches unchanged
from crystal clear trickles
that rise from the foundations of the earth
to stale, muddied swaths left alone, unstirred
always one and the same
many things to many people
love is a river


by the time you find me
i will be somebody else


washing onto the shore
of my self
two crescent moons

Once in a Never Land

run your song right through my bones
whatever the meter the fever intones
ride it up and up now
bury the sound, button me down
click, click, click
leave a message after the
after the tone
pick up the phone, bringin’ me home
click, click, click
memory wheel, how does it feel?
leave a melody after the
after the tone, right through my bones

Art Noveau

i’ll be your special origami piece
just fold along the dotted line
and tap me at the crease

International Feedback

worlds spinning
face collides into bone
hostile nations
that can never atone
the difference in scepters
is as wide as the sea
but your flags are the same
to me

Love’s Lullaby

finding my dead rhythm to set it in the grave
sometimes we awake to love, and sometimes we abstain
he took my heart out with him; i hope it will behave
sometimes we awake to love, and sometimes we refrain
in a field of withered roses, maybe we all look the same


slices of soul
dripping with succulent nectar
as the juices of my heart
dribble down your chin


are the demon howl
of my soul

Pose and Repose

defenses wrecked
from years of scraping
my soul through sieves

scoop it into your hands
and sift
the screaming from the laughter

Getting Friends

The thing that sucks about being alone isn’t so much the solitude or the empty time or the yawning space or the fact that you’re more likely to uncover some personal blemish via reflection. It’s that once you finally do get around people, it fills you til you could burst.

Bursting hurts.

You end up having a million things to say so you either can’t decide what to say first and end up not saying anything at all, or you try saying everything all at once before you forget it all, words tumbling over themselves in an effort to get as far away from your lips as possible. Neither tactic wins you many friends, which would be why you’re alone in the first place.

Symphony Magical Mystery Tour

English: Brendan Townsend conducting the Lared...

an elder wand with a resin core
sprouting musical moments from tip to bore
the magic of stardust becomes still at a glance
then heightens the conquest, encores to advance


the storm is coming

the storm is coming

embrace the storm

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