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proof

Proof of the spoof
Right in front of your face

» Posted By Carly On 11.03.2016 @ 3:44 pm

specific

Specifically it is you
You are what I am talking about
We are the specific definition
of love
Love undone
Love outside of the lines
Specifically it is me and it is you.

» Posted By Carly On 10.31.2016 @ 11:30 pm

steps

Steps are taken maybe lightly
perhaps sometimes largely.
Either way the steps are constantly spiralling

» Posted By Carly On 10.20.2016 @ 1:08 am

misguided

Misguided traverse,
Misguided turning into reverse.
Misguided my list first
to misplace my fist thirst.

» Posted By Carly On 10.16.2016 @ 2:37 pm

changes

Changes are constant
Changes are seasons changing colors
Changes are you and I changing our shirts and pants each day
Changes are always going to happen
To you
To I
To everybody we know
Changes are constant.

» Posted By Carly On 10.11.2016 @ 2:55 pm

portal

to another place where do you go your scared what do you see something you have never seen before. its light a bright light like you died but you know that you are still alive, the light begins to resolve as your eyes adjust and you see leaves and flowers and towering trees and babbling brooks and you hear strange noises of animals that are not common to your home, to earth. how did you get here, you may never know, you may never return

» Posted By carly On 01.22.2016 @ 10:40 am

incense

I have no clue what this word means. I also do not know what else to write about it because I have no clue what it means. I’m and rushing to finish typing.

» Posted By Carly On 01.08.2016 @ 5:29 am

suit

The feel of silk was still a shock. I smoothed the suit, marveling at the feel and smiled wickedly. If only they could see me now.

» Posted By Carly On 07.20.2015 @ 7:31 pm

tracks

Walking on the tracks seems like a dangerous thing to do. What tracks you may ask? Well, you’re probably thinking of train tracks, afraid a train will hit you. When really, the tracks that could lead you astray are ones made by human feet.

» Posted By Carly On 06.07.2015 @ 8:03 pm

transform

The moment rattled me to the bone, smashing everything that I knew about myself on the inside and transforming it into something new.

» Posted By Carly On 11.16.2014 @ 12:10 pm

conviction

When it comes to relationships, I lack conviction. I refuse to commit yet yearn to be loved. I am desperate to be alone but devastated when he’s not there, I can’t live without being free to fly away but the ground offers such treacherous comfort that the sky does not and is it better to live an empty, safe life in the sky or a secluded, controlled life on the ground? I want love. Who doesn’t want love? But do I deserve to be given a free pass to break people’s hearts because I’m incapable of returning the favor because I will inevitably choose my own flight over whatever was labeled love because I don’t believe it exists because I’m incapable of being loved because when I try to say ‘I love you’ back, the words get stuck in my throat and choke me to death as he holds me in his arms, unaware of my suffocation. My silence is reflective of the loudness in my head, you don’t know, he will never know. So why should I expect love from a person who doesn’t know how full I am, who assumes I’m an empty cup for him to fill with his own self. However. I only say these things about him because a part of me wants an excuse to leave. And part of me wants an excuse to stay. But none of it matters. I ended it last night. Conviction?

» Posted By Carly On 09.28.2014 @ 7:38 pm

hardly

I hardly thought about it. This word, this life. Sometimes I think about it for a long time, but not today. Not ever. On occasion there is the fact that I cry myself to sleep. I hardly think of anything else.

» Posted By Carly On 09.22.2014 @ 2:49 pm

heartfelt

when we were kids with achy knees, we were told they’re “growing pains”
received kisses on our foreheads to soothe our tender muscle strains
but the torment ten years later, from the anguish of the mind
dismissed as human nature, the maturation of mankind.

» Posted By Carly On 04.24.2014 @ 8:12 pm

stillness

we pop pills by the handful and nickname them strength
phones always in hand but wives kept at arm’s length
we swallow our thoughts; say we’re happy, at peace
run in fear from the heroes we call the police.

regurgitate text – this is called education
rationalize love as mere lustful temptation
sew our mouths and minds shut, this is how we mature
convince ourselves the poison is really the cure.

» Posted By Carly On 04.23.2014 @ 8:07 pm

level

I used to love to stay up late just to hear your mind wander
for a chance to listen in on the mysteries you ponder
ideas I only thought existed in the memoirs of dead writers
resurrected from their graves in the midst of our all-nighters.

like having coffee with Kurt Vonnegut, meeting Dickinson for tea
my favorite words had come to life, with you lying next to me.
you brought me closer to my stories; now I take my books to bed
I cling to every word, pretend I hear your voice instead.

» Posted By Carly On 04.15.2014 @ 8:12 am

single

we love the hardest after loss, only see what’s left behind
a work of art has much more value when its artist is resigned.
my words have no worth now; maybe they will once I’m dead
maybe if you carve them on my tombstone, they will finally be read.

» Posted By Carly On 04.06.2014 @ 1:18 pm

a pill to fall asleep, morning coffee to wake up
a drink to numb the heart inside a bright red solo cup
when I get tired of indifference, a smoke to make me feel
when I fade into existence, a shot of you to make me real.

» Posted By Carly On 04.06.2014 @ 1:02 pm

declined

they say laughter’s contagious, but sorrow’s a curse
wash your hands, stay away, or you’re next in the hearse.
we back away from her wounds; but we loved her, no doubt
the blood was inching too close. the stain’s too hard to wash out.

» Posted By Carly On 04.04.2014 @ 4:41 pm

overt

I’ll bury you in ink, because all stories have a close
line pages on your spine, fill veins with blood made of prose.
no bookmark, dog-eared corner can deny, forsake, suspend
I’ll turn you into writing, to remind myself: the end.

» Posted By Carly On 04.03.2014 @ 10:22 am

we measure someone’s worth by how much we have invested.
add up all the figures, pay up only what’s suggested.
each person has a value, an expense they represent
when he died, we only noticed because he hadn’t paid the rent.

» Posted By Carly On 04.02.2014 @ 1:45 pm

welcoming

red tags all I see; what’s your worth? name your price.
a human investment, a rented storage device.
a business of bodies: a gamble, a game
your skin is a contract. my lips sign my name.

» Posted By Carly On 04.01.2014 @ 6:32 pm

deranged

“you’re too young to give up; dreams should be immense!
but don’t be naive, you’re too old, have some sense.
running out of time – no, you’ve got your whole life.”
wisdom and youth, my internal strife.

» Posted By Carly On 03.10.2014 @ 10:08 pm

hapless

they call it a race; a competition to win
a prize of blonde hair, of freckles, fair skin
I lost before birth, trapped behind the Great Wall
I keep my eyes on the ground so you won’t see they’re too small.

» Posted By Carly On 03.04.2014 @ 8:54 pm

they call it a race; a competition to win
a prize of blonde hair, of freckles, fair skin
I lost before birth, trapped in the Great Wall
I keep my eyes on the ground so you won’t see they’re too small.

» Posted By Carly On 03.04.2014 @ 8:18 pm

defined

She asked me how do you define life? I stared at her with a blank look on my face. How does one define life in words? What is it’s meaning? Is there one? She looked at me like I was crazy when I told her I define life by the second.

» Posted By Carly On 02.13.2014 @ 5:57 pm

spiral

My life is spiraling out of control. As I think about the negative consequences of one minuscule action, my mind spins round and round, finding every possible way that one small thing can affect my life in an awful way. Spinning and spiraling. I’m drowning but it’s not like anyone can see my struggle. I’m the perfect girl who leads the perfect fucking life but it’s too much. Far too much. Its my daily spiral to a smashing demise that no one will see coming and no will really care about.

» Posted By Carly On 02.11.2014 @ 4:37 pm

derby

Jessica loved the derby. There was just something about it that made her heart soar. Maybe it was the horses, maybe it was the energy of two people around her, all yelling for a particular horse so they could get their money’s worth. She never did bet though – betting was for the others to do and she would lose if she even tried. No, Jessica just sat and watched with a small content smile on her face. A smile that could lift the spirit of any man, woman, or child. She was Jessica and that was all that was needed to be there.
Jessica looked around, the white horse was in the lead and a lot of people had bet on him because he stood out so much. It wasn’t until the black horse had sped up at the last minute that you could hear a unanimous groan amongst the crowd. Here and there you could hear a few whoops and hollers of joy, but from the fact that White Diamond didn’t win, the air was gloomy around them. Maybe if a newfound spark lit up the small, brown horse in the back with white markings on his back won. If he won, maybe she would bet.

» Posted By Carly On 02.09.2014 @ 6:18 am

apprehend

they told me to chase after my goals, to never give up hope
I could climb up to the moon if I made myself a rope
let your mind run wild for that happy dream come true
they just forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too.

» Posted By Carly On 01.26.2014 @ 7:56 pm

orders

I melt under your hands, my spine softer than your touch
my knees so weak I cannot stand, and you become my crutch.
you slowly line my veins like settled dust along a shelf
the more in love with you I am, the more I hate myself.

» Posted By Carly On 01.13.2014 @ 6:53 pm

derive

This place I derived from, and now it’s gone. Forever. I stare at the black ashes on the ground before me. The flick of the last flame dies down. My eyes all glassy, blurred vision from the tears. My childhood home. Gone.

» Posted By Carly On 11.26.2013 @ 12:11 pm

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