tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103144792024-03-14T05:59:40.542-07:00A Poet Of SortsThese poems were written by Caleb Reeve.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109374355954607002022-01-19T21:56:00.001-07:002022-01-19T21:56:46.002-07:00The IntroductionI don't really know what I'm doing. I'm just a dude trying to put feelings down. I'm not a professional. My grammar, punctuation, spelling, and formatting are all over the place. <div><br /></div><div>When I started posting these, in wanted them to be in alphabetical order so I messed with the dates they were posted. Since then I have just posted as they've come about. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for joining me here as I fall in and out of love. I hope you can get something out of one of them. </div><div><br />
Now that they have been stamped in internet time they are officially mine, copyrighted, registered, and everything probably. If you care to use one of these poems please use my name and a link in reference. </div><div><br />
Feel free to leave any comments or posts in the comments section below. Thank You.<br />
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*note: Some of these poems were written in moments of passion. They do not necessarily reflect my overall opinion about love, life, or my pursuit of such things.<br />
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**note: Some of these poems really suck and some might qualify as pretty alright. </div>Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-19609077232841215992022-01-19T21:56:00.000-07:002022-01-19T21:56:14.879-07:00Just a Friend <p><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 13px;">To quote Biz Markie, you got what I need.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">You are what I want, it's simple for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">I see your face, Hear your words, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">Look in your eyes and I'm sure. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 13px;">But for you, I'm not the guy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">I can tell but I don't know why.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">It makes me sad but it's fine. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">Not really ideal but I'll get by.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 13px;">I'm not worse off today than before.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">Keep searching, hoping for more.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">I'll find love or it'll find me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">That'll be the day, you'll see. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 13px;">Quoting Bob Marley you'll get a guy </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">Who will "love and treat you right."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">Lift you up, be at your side</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13px;">Be that dude, your ride or die</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_220119_215337_248.sdocx--></p><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_220119_215337_248.sdocx-->Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-48351368061091510322021-12-22T13:57:00.001-07:002022-01-21T20:42:44.432-07:00Firstly, Impressed<p> <span style="font-size: 17px;">There she is, dude, play it cool. Aaahhh, Hope. </span></p><span style="font-size: 17px;">*mind races as she gets close*</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">As she's approaching me</span><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">I see that face and think</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">She looks like angels sing </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With a half moon smile going cheek to cheek </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And she got teeth like Solomon's sheep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Body got curves like Monaco's Gran Prix</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">I can't help but think</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">She was specifically designed for me. Literally.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Someone read my notes, reviewed my dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And poof! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">She is what Weird Science made for me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Seen her picture previously</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Wicked photogenic, I mean properly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Looking at the photos microscopicly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Flawless like diamond clarity</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">A rarity, a gem, priceless, real nice </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Now we're here and she's b</span><span style="font-size: 17px;">etter in real life </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">She's not make believe like alien autopsies </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">She's a living, breathing, masterpiece</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And if you're asking me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">On the crazy/hot matrices </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">She's officially unicorn pedigreed </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But if it will be a thing</span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">It's got to be</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">More than strictly about superficiality</span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">B</span><span style="font-size: 17px;">reathe.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Say something, dummy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">"Hi, it's me"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">*goes in for the squeeze*</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">*hugs momentarily*</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">"Hi, I'm XYZ"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Boom. A new reality</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">We've said six word</span><span style="font-size: 17px;">s</span><span style="font-size: 17px;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">And it's already a blur</span></div><div>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And I'm s</span><span style="font-size: 17px;">mitten. Smote</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">My life is now different, yo</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">I'm suspecting</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">This will end badly for me, I think</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Unless it doesn't...wink. ;)</span><br />
<!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_211210_190521_757.sdocx--></div></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">Ah hope. </span></div>Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-11183520654847725892021-12-10T23:05:00.000-07:002021-12-10T23:05:59.732-07:00Playing with Fire<p> I can't read minds. </p><p>Don't treat me like I should.</p><p>If I knew what you wanted you'd get it any time I could.</p><p>You like to be pursued? </p><p>I guess that's what I'll do.</p><p>But don't get confused.</p><p>We're not following the plans you drew.</p><p>My willingness to be with you isn't your definition. </p><p>My desire to be close somehow causes indecision. </p><p>You swiped on me and I responded.</p><p>Every. Single. Time. </p><p>But that's not what you wanted? </p><p>I'm happy to adapt and accommodate, fuse into what you desire.</p><p>I'm gas soaked kindling and you're the one playing with fire.</p><p><br /></p>Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-8732454018811648442020-06-25T22:09:00.000-07:002020-06-25T22:10:18.228-07:00Close.Intimacy<br />
I miss it<br />
The meaningful embraces<br />
When everything you want<br />
Is in your arms and you are swallowed up <br />
And to be right exactly there is all you need<br />
And you don't want to let go first<br />
To be lying in bed <br />
You reach out and someone is asleep beside you.<br />
And it's them<br />
The one <br />
Reciprocating with the same love<br />
Matching your intensity<br />
The chemistry<br />
A little squeeze of the hand you're holding<br />
To show they are present and with you.<br />
<br />
That's close.<br />
<br />
Intimacy<br />
I miss it<br />
Not just the physical type<br />
but emotional like <br />
How feeling safe or wanted might<br />
To turn during triumph <br />
And they are there<br />
See a face and be safe<br />
To never be alone<br />
To speak and know you've been heard<br />
To share deeply and be vulnerable overtly<br />
Without worry of judgement <br />
<br />
That's close.<br />
<br />
Intimacy <br />
I miss it<br />
And every day it is farther away<br />
From my last memory of what it was like<br />
Time passes nothing has changed<br />
Now with loneliness, pain.<br />
You can fake passion<br />
There's always lust<br />
They are never enough<br />
You can't be intimate without trust<br />
I don't have that in any way<br />
With anyone<br />
I am not<br />
<br />
Close.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-8216856781071848612020-06-25T22:01:00.000-07:002020-06-25T22:04:45.945-07:00Gambling ManI wrote her a letter. Told her my whole soul.<br />
Went "All-In" when it was time to fold.<br />
This wasn't a bluff. Fortune favors the bold.<br />
<br />
. . . <br />
<br />
No reply for months at a time.<br />
Snake eyes with a roll of the dice.<br />
The House won. That's no surprise.<br />
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<br />Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-27231897345914881382020-06-25T21:58:00.001-07:002020-06-25T22:04:45.883-07:00HazeI waited a season or two<br />
Thinking it would fade away<br />
A sunset on a rainy day<br />
Melting down in shades of gray<br />
But the seasons changed<br />
And the thoughts remained<br />
And I can't explain<br />
How she constantly<br />
Fills, maintains, consumes<br />
So many spots in my brain<br />
She bursts in<br />
Morning sunbeams<br />
Cat nap day dreams<br />
Babies smiling at me types of things<br />
But while I wish<br />
While I hope<br />
I know that it's all purely smoke<br />
Because I don't cross her mind<br />
Ever. Seriously. Not a joke.<br />
So my reality is disparity<br />
Between her and me<br />
Just enmity<br />
It's making me unbearably disparaging<br />
Anything but clarity<br />
Haze<br />
<br />
<br />Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-52985384078110157882017-05-01T21:54:00.000-07:002020-10-30T15:26:51.221-07:00TThe boisterous vermin<br />
proselytizing pimp sermons<br />
war machine<br />
indestructible tank, Sherman<br />
tight fade<br />
professional grade for certain<br />
working the block nonstop<br />
cocking and popping shots<br />
if the cops be lurking<br />
squeezing and squirting em<br />
straight out the nine<br />
matte black phantom<br />
indescriminate<br />
can em<br />
vegetables or fruits<br />
with a Walther PPQ<br />
lighting up fools<br />
smoke em<br />
grill em<br />
That's bar-b-cue<br />
law in his own hands<br />
check the program<br />
cuz yo man<br />
I won't stand for this<br />
no ho can resist<br />
his irresistible-ness man<br />
no conflicts to fix this time<br />
no justice in this rhyme <br />
Set a new baseline<br />
So high a view from the 6<br />
can't even get in the mix<br />
or see that on Facetime<br />
on Verizon Wireless<br />
in the middle of the daytime<br />
Out to get his<br />
down to take mine<br />
hard wired feed<br />
straight to the breaker<br />
power constantly<br />
never need booze or chaser<br />
sobriety<br />
came to claim the fame<br />
and gain championship rings<br />
with the game T brings<br />
no need to explain<br />
stealth mode ninja<br />
A silent G<br />
like Reign when T be the king.<br />
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<br />Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-51049168650685208792016-12-18T15:02:00.002-07:002020-10-30T15:28:51.188-07:00A Dream of YouOn occasion, in my dreams,<br />
I see you in them<br />
and it all seems<br />
that everything's<br />
just the way it's supposed to be<br />
you, so close to me<br />
reminding me<br />
of what we used to be<br />
and why I ever felt those things<br />
little quirks and tendencies<br />
that drew me in and made me think<br />
that we were truly meant to be<br />
<br />
When I arise, reality<br />
staring me down placidly<br />
it's a cold and painful memory<br />
remembering nothing is the same<br />
the honest love encompassing<br />
is nothing now<br />
and all I have<br />
the truth that I may never be<br />
what I was with you next to me<br />
<br />
And when I wake<br />
I try to regain my remains<br />
but you're lost again<br />
I can't escape or shake the pain<br />
it floods to me like tsunami waves<br />
and the anguish stays<br />
for hours, days<br />
and too slowly fades away<br />
<br />I don't want to wake up<div><div>when you are the focus</div><div>let me dream, vividly</div><div>let me sleep remembering</div><div>my love for you</div><div>that was everything</div><div>stay a little longer</div><div>let me have a dream of you</div></div>Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-30957881129597350672014-08-05T19:17:00.002-07:002014-08-05T19:17:09.596-07:00Missing: The Other Half of MeI am not whole. <br /> I am missing.<br /> Lost without you.<br /> But I don't know who<br /> And I don't know how<br /> You and I will ever come about.<br /> But I know now,<br /> Absolutely sure,<br /> That I am less<br /> That I am half<br /> Until you are found.<br /> My heart will ache<br /> It will crack and break<br /> Fracture and splinter<br /> Fight another long winter<br /> And hope to survive.<br /> It may plead to burst<br /> To end the hurt.<br /> But I am sure<br /> The pain is worth<br /> The wait, the time <br /> It takes to find<br /> The one that will make<br /> That all be fine.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-58236387219225422702014-01-04T00:17:00.002-07:002014-01-04T00:17:45.978-07:00Supper TimeYou get a taste<br />
You want the whole plate<br />
But it's not yours to take<br />
The order isn't up.<br />
You wait.<br />
You haven't eaten in days<br />
And you feel the hunger pains.<br />
Hardly standing on your meager frame<br />
It's not a meal you throw away<br />
This is Love, it's not a game.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-21089135504965619032014-01-04T00:13:00.000-07:002014-01-04T00:13:33.358-07:00The Little Things<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Honestly.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Can you blame me for wanting you?</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Look at you!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
You know what you see when you look in the mirror.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Take a peek.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Nine? No. Dime.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Every time you speak you say something
in ink.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I cannot erase it, it is in my mind.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
But it isn't just the words you choose
to say</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It's the tone and cadence</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
the delivery that makes me feel this
way.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It is also what you hold back, the
refrain.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I get it, this is different, no need to
explain.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Your smile hides little hints behind it.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It is far too charming.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
That is the only way I find it.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The warmth in your eyes,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
They are my demise.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It is more than twinkling bright</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It is next level, fire in the skies.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
All I want is a half a chance </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And maybe I can make you laugh.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
So I can see you smile</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It melts me.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It is soft, hopeful, sincere.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It has layers and when it happens,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Everything is clear.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
There is honesty inside you</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And I can feel it when we are close.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It seeps out like pheromones and attaches to my soul.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It latches and fills in the empty
pieces.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Someone to finally make me whole.</div>
Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-587980113528687832014-01-04T00:06:00.001-07:002014-01-04T00:06:17.288-07:00Figuratively Speaking, Of Course
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I don't write metaphors.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My mind works differently.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Open honest straightforwardly
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I like you.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I think I could end up really liking
you a lot.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I'm not opposed to one day loving you</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and then doing it every day to forever</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
That doesn't scare me.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I may be still getting used to the idea
of together.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Know there is nothing I want more.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I'm just used to alone and doing it on
my own</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and living independently.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I've been doing it so long.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It's all I really know.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
But I want to learn.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I want you.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I do.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I don't have issue with imagining you</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
saying yes, I do.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Eyes locked in love</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
transfixed desirableness
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I know what this was,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
another dream.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Carried away with figurative things.</div>
Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-83296113388512252782013-12-13T15:12:00.000-07:002013-12-13T15:12:03.483-07:00Sleepless NightsI don't want to sleep one more night without you<br />It's obvious to me that I am lost without you<br />And maybe it's make believe, something that I've dreamed<br />But as far as I can see, it's my reality<br />What's another day, I feel like I could wait<br />My hopes remain alive, that I could catch your eye<br />That maybe you could see one day you'd want to be with me<br />I can't walk away and I can't make you stay<br />And I can't make you say the words I want to hear<br />It's clear the possibility of you and me is something I will never see<br />Some day, one time, one night, I am going to sleep<br />I will have every thing I need<br />But that won't be tonight and that is not my life<br />Right now it's just a dream for a guy who cannot sleepCaleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1168390009704501732011-11-28T18:43:00.000-07:002011-11-29T00:18:32.632-07:00A Poet of SortsA poet of Sorts<br />
Taking its course<br />
Words of force<br />
A last resort<br />
<br />
A poet in kind<br />
A piece of mind<br />
Moments in time<br />
A clever rhyme<br />
<br />
A poet of poets<br />
The one who wrote it<br />
To truly know it<br />
Feel and show it<br />
<br />
A poet as this<br />
Is hit or miss<br />
A treat or trick<br />
Agony or bliss<br />
<br />
A poet of sorts<br />
A poet in kind<br />
A poet of poets<br />
A poet as thisCaleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109373857970008602011-11-27T16:43:00.000-07:002011-11-29T00:19:00.194-07:0014 QuestionsWhat else do you want from me?<br />
What more do you want me to be?<br />
Are you never satisfied?<br />
Am I not justified?<br />
How can I comply?<br />
Why should I try?<br />
Who am I to you?<br />
What am I to do?<br />
Where are you taking me?<br />
Which face am I going to see?<br />
When will you just let me be?<br />
Did you even care for me?<br />
Do you want to sentence me?<br />
Isn’t this called slavery?Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109373812294994752011-11-26T16:23:00.000-07:002011-11-29T00:19:14.505-07:0022 QuestionsAre you safe?<br />
Are you hurt?<br />
Are you mad?<br />
Is it not my place to wonder?<br />
Should I call it an early summer?<br />
You met someone?<br />
While you were gone?<br />
Is he the one?<br />
What was I?<br />
Welcome back?<br />
A spirit leader?<br />
A ‘go get ‘em kid!’?<br />
Is your phone dead?<br />
Why don’t you answer me?<br />
Did you forget me?<br />
Were you home that night?<br />
Did you lie?<br />
Why would you do that?<br />
How is it going to be?<br />
Just leave me be?<br />
What’s the deal?<br />
Who are you?<br />
Don’t answer that.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1117571328873492492005-03-23T14:27:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:51:43.956-07:005/28/05 9:39 p/m/ easternI know exactly what is about to happen<br />It hasn’t been verified<br />But most assuredly <br />The signs point to no<br /><br />She’ll say;<br />Blame it on timing finally.<br />I’m not ready.<br />It doesn’t fit into my plan.<br />I can’t stand the pain.<br />It’s too soon.<br />Not yet.<br />I can’t get serious with anyone.<br /><br />Meanwhile,<br />I’m left desolate<br />With a future<br />As bright as the inside of a closed coffin<br />Heartbroken<br />Feeling worthless and unwanted<br /><br />They’ll say;<br />Don’t be so hard on yourself Caleb.<br />Someone will come along.<br />Your time will come.<br /><br />Alone I think;<br />NO!<br />Not this time!<br />But fighting back is useless<br />And the truth is<br />I can’t give you everything you want<br /><br />But I'll tell you,<br />I understand.<br />Huh? No…I’m not mad.<br />I just want you to be happy.<br />I really do.<br />Don’t worry about me.<br />I’ll probably pull throughCaleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1117571201160155832005-03-22T16:23:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:53:07.350-07:00A Coward Dies a Million DeathsHide, run away when it gets hard<br />Give up! But savor the loss<br />Agonize coward!<br />How can you love when you take no chances?<br />Fold. Wait for a better hand.<br />Don’t play the cards you’re dealt.<br />How does it feel?<br />Read how you felt before.<br />It’s all there, right in front of you.<br />The path has been worn.<br />Don’t get desperate though.<br />Fall back! Retreat!<br />Call off the attack.<br />The wish of my heart is you liking me back.<br />Alas, we’ll have none of that.<br />To be so fortunate is something I lack.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109373774056088082005-03-22T16:22:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:51:15.863-07:00A Crooked Babbling BrookeWhat, I’m not good enough? Do I give up?<br />Close the door behind me?<br />Well, the truth hurts. And what is worse, it is blinding.<br />Constantly reminding me, finding my weaknesses, hiding.<br />Bringing me grief, stealing my peace, a thief.<br />She a beauty, and me, the beast.<br />These kinds of stories, with no happy ending, they adore me, they form me.<br />No more pretending, lending me fantasies that can never be, only possibilities.<br />My heart is adrift on random seas.<br />Play me a heartbreak anthem please.<br />I can’t breathe, with tendencies to grieve.<br />She’s out of my league.<br />It’s cold. I freeze. Oh reality!<br />My needs never met, bereft, upset.<br />Yet, I can’t forget, or let go!<br />Still, I know this is how it ends again.<br />Lacking, never packing the total package though.<br />I’ll be good enough for someone, somewhere, someday, maybe.<br />I hope…Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109373742738453422005-03-20T16:22:00.001-07:002010-05-24T22:34:07.871-07:00A Familiar FeelingThis is a familiar feeling…emptiness.<br />Unsatisfied, sickly, writhing.<br />My stomach twists, turns, and ties in knots.<br />Every glance brings more agony.<br />Mad at myself that this is happening.<br />The foreshadowing finally fulfilled.<br />I kept trying for some reason.<br />It is not my time or season.<br />In due time…in due time.<br /><br />The pain over powers my hunger, and I am starving.<br />There are so many things I desire.<br />Love, attention, affection, oh to be whole.<br />I am only half.<br />None of these things feeding me.<br />Never satisfied.<br /><br />I don’t want to know.<br />I’d rather go on, so forth and so on.<br />No one will mistreat me.<br />Defeat me? An impossibility!<br />It will not happen.<br />I will not give in easily.<br />I am free to be as defiant as I’d like.<br />You cannot hurt me, bruise me or break me.<br />You will never make me or take me.<br />So leave me be.<br />I cannot be satisfied. I realize.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109373710300102592005-03-19T16:21:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:50:04.103-07:00A Hermit for the CrabUp to this point I’ve written a sad story.<br />No love for life, no guts, no glory.<br />Been mourning since morning,<br />Clouds forming, rain pouring.<br />Paint pictures of life storming.<br />All around me I’m sounding astoundingly troubled.<br />But no, I know, not faking it though.<br />The things I have felt and dealt with are real. <br />I said it because I meant it.<br />And I meant what I said<br />I have pled for years,<br />Fled from fears,<br />Shed some tears.<br />And the time I’ve wasted to the moments I have tasted what it could be like.<br />If life could be right, like I thought it might be.<br />It’s likely it won’t be anything like I dreamed.<br />And sometimes it seems that might not be a bad thing.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109373669992895152005-03-18T16:20:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:49:38.350-07:00A Life Like ThisIt feels dark and man I’m lonely<br />Wishing I could find someone that wants to hold me<br />Holding back my emotion<br />Trying to be controlling <br />Is anybody out there to console me?<br />I see the pages turn<br />But the story is not unfolding<br />I’m free but held captive<br />And no one told me<br />Life would be like this<br />I’m in love with a fantasy<br />With no way of managing<br />To bring it to realityCaleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1109373634115888102005-03-17T16:20:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:49:01.236-07:00A Simple Conversation1. So I guess this means you re leaving me.<br />2. Of course it does. Can you blame me?<br />1. No, I get it, it all makes sense now.<br />2. It does? Tell me how. <br />1. Well what else should I expect?<br />2. Nothing, that is why this is it.<br />1. I am a total fool.<br />2. Stop talking, I’m sick of listening to you. <br />1. Fine, but know that this happened for a reason.<br />2. Because in our relationship you committed treason.<br />1. That’s cold, it was nothing like that.<br />2. What was it then, a trap?<br />1. No, it was the easiest way out.<br />2. You wanted out?<br />1. What…as if you didn’t know?<br />2. I had no idea, is this a joke?<br />1. I hope not. But if it was…<br />2. Don’t finish that thought because…<br />1. Because you don’t want to hear the truth.<br />2. The truth? What has gotten into you?<br />1. Into me? Maybe you should ask yourself that question.<br />2. Are you trying to get a confession?<br />1. No, I know all about you.<br />2. So what does this say about you?<br />1. Don’t turn this on me.<br />2. Oh, so now its all on me?<br />1. You got that right.<br />2. This has been a crazy night.<br />1. Yeah, too bad for you I’m still leaving you.<br />2. No I was leaving you.<br />1. Oh yea.Caleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1118732230445220392005-03-16T16:20:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:48:25.586-07:00A Summation of LoveI will sum up my search for love as such<br />I frantically rush<br />And end up<br />Hurt so badly I wish I never had tried to love so much<br />I play mind games <br />In a mind frame<br />That invites pain<br />I play these games on myself<br />If wasted feelings were money<br />I couldn’t measure the wealth<br />I’d be so rich <br />All of the women would want me<br />Funny how that works<br />Actually it is absurd<br />It’s the truest stupidest thing I have ever heard<br />Boy I have a way with words<br />But this is about my record<br />It’s checkered<br />Not like a finish line flag winning<br />But like a driver that was leading <br />Crashing, blowing the certain lead, grinning<br />I constantly try and fail<br />In spectacular fashion<br />Smashing my dreams at last again<br />My passion is overwhelming, overbearing<br />Attraction brings about distraction<br />I am affectionate<br />I touch and feel my way around<br />The words and sounds of love mean nothing to me<br />Show me, prove it, love me or lose it <br />Actions speak louder than words<br />Words are a shallow grave<br />That in time, days<br />Does nothing to preserve, only decay<br />This is my summation of love<br />Maybe I’d be so lucky<br />To have some one trust me <br />Enough to take me away to a place <br />For forever and a day<br />And love me <br />The way I need to be loved<br />I’d love you truly<br />Deeply sweetly<br />ForeverCaleb Reevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579noreply@blogger.com0