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 Sep 2015 Audrey Carlson
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 Sep 2015 Audrey Carlson
R
9w
I wouldn't feel this way if I were dead.
I wouldn't feel anything at all.
decorate the stars with hate
that will make those same stars fade
separate yourself and wait
for the dark sky that you've made
dedicated to the ones who wallow in hate
 Sep 2015 Audrey Carlson
D
All artists are born with magic in them,
They use it to create beautiful things out of thin air
Though I've found that none could ever compare
To that of the wonders by your hands

You were born to shape the world
To twist and bend it to your design
I was surprised when you choose me as your canvas
Molded me to perfection and titled it 'Mine'



You once told me that I was your muse
A body so full of untapped beauty
That it was criminal to hide

I told you I know I'm not much
But I'm all yours, so take me
And rearrange me into something worth your love



You made me feel beautiful and I loved the attention
You told me to close my eyes and use my imagination
And when you gave me wings and told me to fly
I did so without any hesitation



If I would've just opened my eyes
I would've seen the truth
An artist lives off the high of creation
And once they've finished they're through

While my back was turned
And I prepared to take the fall
You were off to find another canvas
Another muse to use up
im desperately trying to fight this
no one is going to give me pills
i dont want to be helped
because i need to know that a human being alone can make it
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She
She,
She's hurt,
She cries,
For something that it's not worth of it.
She's hurt because of him,
She cries because of him.
In fact she didn't expect this end,
The opposite of him.
She loved him,
She loves him,
Maybe that was her mistake, it is her mistake,
But, how can love be a mistake?
Maybe because he didn't want to be loved,
He didn't want to be loved more than he could love.
And that's what it happened.
She,
She loved him too much,
And ended up losing what it was never hers.
It was never hers.
Those smiles,
Those moments,
They were just illusions,
Imaginations,
Something that only happened in her mind.
Or maybe not.
She,
She,
Only she,
Can be happy again,
The tears dry with the passing of time,
The pain will go away,
And she's going to realize that he was never worth of her time,
He only played with her fragility,
But this won't happen again,
Because she's not a doll anymore.
English version
 Sep 2015 Audrey Carlson
Poetria
Light eyes
Telling white lies
Yeah, you're a bad guy
demons shining brighter
than the summer skies

Sky high
I'm soaring; wide-eyed
Glide over hillsides
Heart racing,
beating like the timeless tides

Let's never turn back
to the shoreside


Hold tight
'cause it's a wild ride
When you leave, remember me
As silences & midnight cries

Let's hide
Someplace with nightlights
Let out your dark side
Watch your ghosts roam alone
for one night

Tonight
The bad guys
With starry eyes
Rule my starless sky
// My definition of starlight //

(I hope the continuous rhyming wasn't too cringe-worthy!)
 Sep 2015 Audrey Carlson
Sadie
I woke up this morning
with a voice in my head
telling me they loved me.
I felt invisible arms hold me,
and I felt airy hair whisper over my skin
as they leaned over me
and see through lips kissed mine.
I felt my pain go away
as I gave into this little
lie of comfort,
this little lie of indulgence.
I've been sleeping alone for years,
and my heart has had a sheet
covering it, slowly collecting dust.
I turned over to search for this covert lover.
Then I woke up again.
The slow, but growing sensation
of shock started in my stomach,
and spread to my lungs
as I opened my mouth to
say a name I didn't know,
and tried to breathe through
the ever-soft rivers traveling down
my face onto my sheets.
I cried into the morning dusk,
begging for that ignorance again.
God, I just want to be loved,
even if it's by a ghost.
True story.
Copyright @ Sadie Whitney
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