The-Catalyst• Show poetry

Hello all, my name is Jacob. I'm 17 years old and I live
somewhere in Florida (but you're not allowed to know where). My name means "supplanter" (not that you care). I take that to mean the my purpose in life is to succeed where others have failed. I'm probably one of the laziest people you will ever meet and though I will procrastinate in starting anything until my last breath, once started I see tasks to the end (beginnings are always difficult...but so are endings). I have my own code of chivalry that I follow very strictly, especially the clause about protecting all females to the best of my ability. I am also a strict pacifist and have been so for the past three years. Think it's easy? Just try it. Despite this, my pacifism only goes up to, and not past, the point at which it would break my code of chivalry, especially in regards to protecting my friends (I haven't had to test this yet, though). In spite of my pacifism I have rudimentary training in three separate styles of martial arts: Okinawa, Shurukai, and Capoeira(Brazilian martial arts). And if anyone threatens any of my girls, I will personally beat them bloody, pacifism aside. I am neither an optimist nor a pessimist(despite what others may think). I am a realist. Here is a quote that I made up:
"Realism is accepting that the potential to go either way is present from the beginning"
It's important to look at a situation from every angle in order to see all its facets. That's what I do. I observe and listen before making an assessment (logic is a wonderful thing (it's a shame they don't teach it at school)).

For nearly the past two years I have been surrounded by a strong female influence. Out of the 20 friends I have, I'd say that maybe 3 or 4 of them are guys. I have accepted the fact that I am a guy and therefore unintelligent in many ways. Because I am aware of this, and try to fight against it, I have changed. I have become secure, sensitive, and strong. I have become the proverbial "nice guy". Where I used to be a condescending, monotone geek, now I am a man "in the land of women". If you read nothing else of my work, check out the poem I've written by that title.

My screen name indicates my current status in my life. I'm now at the point where, despite all of the dramatic reactions constantly surrounding me, I remain completely unaffected. Everyone else seems to have drama and issues typical of high school, but all I do is speed up and low down other reactions. I create and observe, all the while trying not to be numb to my surroundings, to no avail.

I play clarinet in my high school band and sing bass in the chorus. If you happen to have a piano at home, hit the C that's two octaves below middle C. That's how low I can go. Music is my only passion that exceeds poetry. I write from my heart, but I sing from my soul (Check out my motto (I wrote it myself)).
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My favorite quote, said by Mark Twain, is,"Don't go around saying that the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."
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My favorit poet is Robert Frost and my favorite poem written by him is:
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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My favorite romance song was written and sung by Josh Groban (who has one of those voices that makes me wish every day that I had a tenor voice instead of bass). And it's called:
"In Her Eyes"

She stares through my shadow
She sees something more
Believes there's a light in me
She is sure
And her truth makes me stronger
Does she realize
I awake every morning
With her strength by my side

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am

This world keeps on spinning
Only she steals my heart
She's my inspiration
She's my northern star
I don't count my possession
All I call mine
I will give her completely
To the end of all time

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am

In her eyes I see the sky and all I'll ever need
In her eyes time passes by and she is with me

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am
In her eyes I am
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This is one of my favorite songs done by one of the first rock bands I really liked. This song doesn't just speak to me. It speaks of me and my story, and of what happened to me this past school year(2006/2007).It was done by a small time band called Carbon Leaf and it is called:
"Life Less Ordinary"

Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
Live a life less sedentary
Live a life evolutionary with me
Well I hate to be a bother,
But it's you and there's no other, I do believe
You can call me naive but...
I know me very well (at least as far as I can tell)
And I know what I need

The night you came into my life
Well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away...
I will keep tongue-tied next time

Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
My face had said too much
Before our hands could even touch
To greet a 'hello'
(So much for going slow...)
A little later on that year
I told you that I loved you dear
What do you know?
This you weren't prepared to hear
I'm a saddened man, I'm a broken boy
I'm a toddler with a complex toy
I've fallen apart, since the ambush of your heart

The night you came into my life
Well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me.
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue-tied but...

Honey understand, honey understand
I won't make demands
Honey understand, honey understand
We could walk without a plan.
Honey understand (honey), honey understand
I won't rest in stone all alone
Honey understand, honey understand
I'm all ready to go
But you already know...

Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me.
If I could name you in this song
Would it make you smile and sing along?
This is the goal: to get into your soul
If I could make you dance for joy
Could that be the second-chance decoy?
The bird-in-hand I would need
To help you understand?

The night you came into my life
well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue-tied next time
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I found this on someone else's profile and thought it was absolutely beautiful(and true to boot). I guess it's the hopeless romantic in me:

Girls Versus Guys

When you catch a girl glancing at you,
She wants you to look back and smile

When a girl bumps into your arm while walking with you
She wants you to hold her hand

When she wants a hug
She will just stand there

When you break a girls heart
She still feels it even when
You see each other three years later

When a girl is quiet,
Millions of things are running through her mind

When a girl is not arguing,
She is thinking deeply

When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions,
She is wondering how long you will be around

When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds,
She is not at all fine

When a girl stares at you,
She is wondering why you are playing games

When a girl lays her head on your chest,
She is wishing for you to be hers forever

When a girl says she can't live without you,
She has made up her mind that you are her future

When a girl says, "I miss you,"
No one in this world can miss you more than that

When a girl is mean to you after a break-up she wants you back,
But she’s scared she'll get hurt and knows you're gone forever

Guy Facts:

When a guy calls you,
He wants to be with you

When a guy is quiet,
He's listening to you...

When a guy is not arguing,
He realizes he's wrong

When a guy says, "I'm fine." after a few minutes
He means it

When a guy stares at you,
He wishes you would care about him and
Wonders if you do

When your laying your head on a guy's chest,
He has the world

When a guy calls/texts/comments you everyday,
He is in love

When a (good) guy tells you he loves you,
He means it

When a guy says he can't live without you,
He's with you ‘til your done

When a guy says, "I miss you,"
He misses you more than you could have
Ever missed him or anything else
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Apparently, every girl dreams that one day she will find someone that does these things for her. I wrote a poem inspired by this called, "The Things I'd Do For You". If I ever find who I'm looking for, these are the things I'll do for her:

• give her one of your t-shirts to sleep in.


• leave her cute text notes.


• kiss her in front of your friends.


• trust her over everyone else.


• tell her she looks beautiful.


• look into her eyes when you talk to her.


• let her mess with your hair.


• touch her hair.


• just walk around with her.


• forgive her for her mistakes.


• look at her like she`s the only girl you see.


• hold her hand when you`re around your friends.


• when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.


• let her fall asleep in your arms.


• get her mad, then kiss her.


• tease her and let her tease you back.


• stay up all night with her when she`s sick.


• watch her favorite movie with her.


• kiss her forehead.


• write her letters.


• let her wear your clothes.


• when she`s sad, hang out with her.


• let her know she`s important.


• let her take all the photos she wants of you.


• kiss her in the pouring rain.


• when you fall in love with her, tell her,and when you tell her, love her like you`ve never loved someone before.
(i found this on my friends blog and fell in love with it)
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One of my friends posted this as a bulletin online and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. It shows both sides of the argument while still presenting an opinion:

"Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

"Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil."

The professor grins knowingly. "Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes sir, I would."

"So you're good...!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and ed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er...yes," the student says.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God"

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and . "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees."

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word."

"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's ; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought."

"It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that cannot exist as a substantive thing. is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it."

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir."

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

This students statements are true, can you or can you not make night darker?

Is it possible for it to get colder after absolute zero -458 degree's F?

Can you feel,taste,see,hear,or smell your brain?

If you support this students statements than repost.

God in heaven won't mind if you do or don't.

And no, you won't go to hell.
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I saw this in a bulletin on Myspace(Yes, I have a myspace, you don't have to harp on it. It's only because some of my friends aren't cool enough to have a facebook) and thought it was one of the most awesome things ever. Not only that, but, at least as far as I'm concerned, it is 100% true. Obviously it was written by a guy and directed towards the entire post-pubescent female population:

We don't care if you talk to other guys.

We don't care if you're friends with other guys.

But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls >OR TEXTS< you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.

Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait
till the morning.

Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/
cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.

Don't tell us we're wrong.

We'll stop trying to convince you.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.

Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I'm in.

let us pay for you!

Smile and say "thank you."

Kiss us when no one's watching.

If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.

You don't have to get dressed up for us.

If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to
wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

We like you for who you are and not what you are.

honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up

Don't take everything we say seriously.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

Don't talk about how hot Morris Chestnut, Brad Pitt, Ed McCann is in front of us.

It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.

Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"

I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me
with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.

on the other hand I'm not saying I wouldn't like it ether ; )

Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. ditch his sorry, disgrace to the male population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect

Someone who will honor your morals.

Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.

Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.

Give the nice guys a chance
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This poem was written and dedicated to me by a very good friend of mine, Windleaf. Not only very talented, she's one of the nicest people I know. My poem "Magnetism" tells how we met, among other things.

Bare Feet

I am walking close behind you-
my bare feet on the ground,
I invisibly reach out,
hoping you'll turn around.

It's as if I am hidden
behind your casted veil,
My bare feet on the ground,
I continue to follow your intricate trail.

I watch you live your life,
so close yet so afar,
My bare feet on the ground-
my fragile skin is becoming hard.

It's as if you are blind
to my attempts to be close to you,
with my bare feet on the ground
my heart feels so blue.

Finally I pass by you,
my bare feet on the ground,
But fatefully, you still don't notice me-
for your eyes are casted down.
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This is an excerpt from the skilled ranting of a fellow fed up nice guy, Zac Howard (Dr. Cube), from a contest he’s hosting, http://allpoetry.com/contest/2388401, which every single decent person on this site should at least attempt to enter. And in my opinion, if his poetry is as good as this amazing vent of pissed-off-ness, I can’t wait to see what his poetry is like. So, without further ado...The Nice Guy Rant, by Dr. Cube:

Let me start off by saying this. I am getting really, REALLY tired of being single, and even more so tired when girls keep telling me I would make a great boyfriend and would make any girl happy to have me.

Stop saying that if it isn't true! Obviously it isn't since I'm single! It's like no matter what girl I ask out, I get rejected. Why? I have no idea.

I'm a nice guy, I'm caring, and would treat any girl with the up-most respect. And I DO NOT say that there needs to be more guys like me because apparently being like me doesn't seem to attract any girls anyway.

Perhaps I should be an asshole and treat every girl like the dog shit under my shoe? It seems to work. All the asshole guys I know get a lot of girlfriends. Why? Mostly cause a girl can't seem to realize she's being mistreated, or they too are just in it for the sex. Even when they finally do see they are being mistreated, they don't leave him. Are they fucking retarded or something?

Sorry if this short rant blows off my whole I'm a nice guy perspective, but I am just so pissed with all of this.

The thing is, maybe the world doesn’t need nice guys like me to treat girls well, because apparently, even if we make our presence known, we are suddenly invisible to everyone. Thanks a lot. Thanks for making me feel like a piece of shit when all I did was try to be nice.

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So prove me wrong. Does this world need nice guys? Guys like me that will treat their girl well with respect and care? Or am I right, you just want the bastard that really just wants to be in your pants?
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Music I'm in to:

All musicals. I'm a musical fiend. My favorites are as follows(not in any particular order): Phantom of the Opera, Rent, Damn Yankees, Chicago, and The Producers(I want to see Wicked, Les Miserables, Light in the Piazza, Avenue Q, and Oklahoma)
Apart from that I listen to all kinds of music:
Rock - The Hush Sound, Carbon Leaf, The Fray, Lucky Boys Confusion, Plain White T's, Hamakor, Alkaline Trio, and Red Hot Chili Peppers, All-American Rejects, Cartel, Lucky Boys Confusion, This Is Me Smiling, Empire, Relient K, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, etc.
Reggae - Anyone with the last name "Marley", and Matisyahu.
Ska - Reel Big Fish.
Oldies - The Eagles, Billy Joel, Carole King, James Taylor, ABBA, Simon and Garfunkel.
Big band and swing - Artie Shaw, Benny Goodman, Pete Fountain, Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey, Louis Armstrong, and Glenn Miller.
A'cappella- The Swingle Singers, Rockappella, Ithacappella, Xtension Chords, Rip Chords, On the Rocks, Supernovas, et cetera.
Jewish Contemporary - Noam Katz, Noah Budin, Rabbi Joe Black, Craig Taubman, Beth Shafer, Peri Smilow, Shlock Rock, Yom Hadash, Mah Tovu, Jeff Klepper, Rick Recht, Dan Nichols, e18teen, Steve Dropkin, Julie Silver, Debbie Friedman, Unorthodox.
Other- Anna Nalick, Josh Groban(When I'm in the mood), Sarah Mclachlan, Tori Amos...
AND A LOT MORE...
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My life's ambition is to witness a miracle.













My Ap Family(all of whom are wonderful people and wonderful writers/writers with amazing potential):
Mother:
heartofpainfultears
Sisters:
Mad Mosher
Mandiiee
sniffle152
Porcelain Princess
The Seer
DevinCora
Cutie Patootie
Cousin(s):
Queen-Of-Hearts

The rest are in the groups The AP FAMILY and All in the Family and it is much too long of a list to put here. Sorry

P.S. It's interesting how no male members of this site have ever expressed any interest in joining my AP family(with the exception of the two groups mentioned above). Odd.