Cathy holmes

Joined August 2021

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Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.

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Sing to Me a Lullaby
Smile at me like your eyes remember. Recall the scents of past Decembers. Hold my hand, just a little while. Sing to me those old lullabies,
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
The Cutest Coffee Thief
I heard someone say it's national coffee day. So, I stole my mom's.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Elemental Senses. Top Story - October 2024.
I taste the rising water, salty as the sweat on my brow. It doesn’t quench my thirst but leaves me parched for answers. I wonder how it can be so, how we have made it to be so.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
There's Something Fishy Going On
“Defund the police they say,” all those useless troublemakers who are always protesting over God-knows-what and God-knows-who. I was left sitting here, in this stupid empty room with these stupid uncomfortable chairs and this stupid metal table for so long that I was beginning to agree with them. I swear I even heard one of cops laugh when I filed my complaint. The nerve!
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Fiction
What Just Happened?
Oh! Hahahaha. Ouch! Belch. Eww.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Aftermath
The race to an unknown finish, Chaos screams in my mind. An air of burnt oil and metal, The taste of my iron-coated tongue.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
A Kiss Goodbye
You taste like the smoke of your still-burning cigarette. It singes my fingers as I reach for your hand through the door.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Thought Left Unsaid
I thought I might have something that I wanted to say to you. So, I shut my mouth. * Those words, I thought those words might help you.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Hell No, I'm not a Grammar Nazi
Screw the subtitle. I just started typing and hoped the words on the screen would be at least semi-coherent. Which they are, semi, so they get to stay.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Purr purr purrr
Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz Yawn, yawn streeetttcccchhhhh okay, I’m up Mom, mom, mom, mom,mom,mom momomomomomom…..oh shit. LOOKOUT!
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Bonded
I collected some twist ties and shackled my sanity tied my feelings into knots I’ve unnailed my soul from a long-rusted past.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
I Wanted the Raisins
I had a scone for lunch yesterday. Two, actually. I thought they were raisin scones, but they turned out to be chocolate chip. Damn!
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets