

Self Relfection of the Outside How do you stay sane?Self Relfection of the Outside by ~CataMoomba
What methods do you use?
Don't go through life in vain,
Observing, you will prove to amuse.
Where am I going with all of this?
What does my life exactly stand for?
How do I achieve ultimate bliss?
Mental stability is something you can't ignore.
Within the year, my life has changed so much,
I guess I'm someone so... new.
But... have I learned enough?
Yeah... but just a few..
I don't know where my life will take me next,
I'll just have to watch closely, wait, and see,
I'll try to figure out what's best,
- go with the flow, then let be.
I could hold the reigns tightly,
make mistakes non-existent,
Or I coul


Ignorance. It's funny.Ignorance. by ~CataMoomba
How things can end up sour in a heartbeat.
How things can suffer slowly.
How no one cannot accept defeat.
Wouldn't you feel weak?
If you always blamed yourself?
When your spit turns to acid?
And how your muscles start to ache.
It burns a hole.
In your throat.
In your heart.
In your stomach.
In your soul.
It lays itself against the back of your throat.
And sizzles.
All the hurtful words.
Who's to blame?
Why does your chest hurt?
Every time you want to change?
Why does your head feel heavy?
And your feet unstable?
That blank stare isn't fooling anyone.
You're fiddling with your fingers,
Trying to figure out wh


The Flea. I'm watching my arm,The Flea. by ~CataMoomba
My concentration unnerved,
Eyes are constant--unblinking,
Breathing is but a rhythmic silence.
It's starting to hurt,
A small stinging pain,
An annoying ache,
Yet I still stare at my arm.
There is a small creature,
And it sits ever so quietly,
So small it usually goes unnoticed,
Yet it is the source of the pain.
It symbolizes my mistakes,
It represents my negativity,
It sickens me...
But you can't change the way I am.
That six-legged life stealer,
Making things so slightly annoying,
The smallest freak alive,
And it settles nicely on my skin.
While it's sucking my blood out,
I watch with no intention o


The Storm. I look up, and still see the clouds.The Storm. by ~CataMoomba
I smile and watch them as they pass.
My head fills with creative and adoring sounds.
I close my eyes, hearing natures whims and woes.
And slowly, I relax.
I open my eyes again and those growls are amplified.
Mother nature is making herself clear.
I stare at the dark pallet of noise.
A wind touches the curves of my face.
Around the edges of my ears, it has a voice.
A voice, I crave to hear.
A shiver, a sigh, a smile, a darkness.
I feel light and floating.
Knowing all too well my feet are pushed to the ground
This is where I want to be.
And this is what I've been waiting for.
Mother nature's