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caroline kealler Dec 2020
In sparkling eyes love conflates
into each empty dinner plate

I could only wish to feel the heat
Of comfort at the kitchen's feet

Of happiness in an empty bowl
And the satisfaction of filled souls

But we sit hollowed from inside out
Head on to each beastly route

-Emperor of feeble epiphanies
Sell me each lightened efficacy

And maybe then we won't stare so low
From the tips of our utensils, we had honed
Basically, love has left me physically empty, physically ill, and unable to eat. I wish to feel the warmth of eating a full meal. The warmth of a full soul, but love has left me "hollowed". The emperor of epiphanies is the one who holds my revelations. I beg him so dearly just to sell me the will to reach and taste these revelations. If he did I would not have to feel so powerless. Staring so low shows how ashamed my last partner and I feel for "sharpening our knives" to cut each other's skin (awful things said and done).
caroline kealler Jul 2020
people will try and dip their fingers into your mind

like water, adapt

realize your capacity is an entire river
and they are one, small person

they can’t even begin to fathom your visions.
caroline kealler May 2020
i could write a novel in your silence
a story of sharp colors, cut clean to the bone
with a saturated happy that drenched our lone souls

maybe a story of hope, slowly pricking down my back
jagging over and over at the last pieces intact

or sadly a story of hunger, craving each fulgent pattern
until love dissipated into our indulgent clatter

your silence is my slow death
i suffocate in each thought you left
caroline kealler Mar 2020
I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon
She sang slow and out of tune

Slipping out of her seat
From matching each beat
By tapping her lonely feet

She ran each stop sign
With her eyes locked to mine
As we belted the wrong lines

Her laugh trailed behind
along with her hair in the wind
It seemed so unfair to not feel this again

I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon
I hope to feel your warmth soon
this is about a warm spring day with my mother
caroline kealler Feb 2020
could they love each thing i see
or fear low breaths of thee
the room fills sweltering, heavy air hanging
as god sits tempering with pieces not painting
and oxygen fills
with my chest sitting still
so slowly it fills  
of people and pills
suffocating moments
lives society’s omen

society’s amen
caroline kealler Jan 2020
what beauty you behold
                       for the sun and moon to follow where you go

the same sun the earth's one light
                                       &  the same moon that feeds insight
how undeniably powerful you are to where the sun and moon follow every step your foot takes and every breath your lungs make.
caroline kealler Oct 2019
The clouds they fade to cherry pink
Just as the grin you gave from ear to cheek

The yellow sits in my head but our dreams are washed out dead
Oh you stay in my head but please say we’re better off dead

Blue has left the sky and it’s been so long
Finally left my life and I’m so glad it’s gone

Your still in my head
My troubles are washed out dead
Please stay in my head
I’ll stay until we’re dead

Open my eyes to candy skies
Watch the colors melt me into your eyes
Paint my heart with red
Cover every lie you said
The voice in my head
Has taken off and fled
I’ll come back when your soul’s cut in two
I’ll come back when I learn to love you
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