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Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Drip drop
The water flies
From the sea
And into my eyes.
Drip drop
My tongue is tied
All I can say now
Are nonsense and lies.
Drip drop
The waves are high
Consuming my knees
And above my thighs.
Drip drop
Although I try
My legs don't move
As much as I pry.
Drip drop
I want to fly
But the water is heavy
And so am I
Drip drop
I wait to die
Though my boat is sinking
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
  Sep 17 Carson Dees
She Writes
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
Carson Dees Sep 9
I was told,
If I messed up,
That everything,
Would be ******* up.
The world would end,
Constellations would shatter,
If I did so much as interrupt.
So here I am,
I'm wearing my mask,
To protect others,
From feeling my wrath.
Now all that they see in me
Is static.
So fantastic,
The actor I can be.
Carson Dees Aug 23
Outbreaks and traumas,
They just will not stop.
The pain in my head,
Bursting its way to the top.
My shoulders get weary,
As I'm pulled by the tether.
And time will not stop,
'Til I let go and wither.
Teth·er n., a rope or chain with which an animal is tied to restrict its movement.
Carson Dees Jul 17
This burden is a boulder
I'm just tripping over
The things in my head
They don't align with anything
My debts and my mistakes
I push if I can't break
Free of these chains,
Some are no longer suffering
But I'm still on this train
That keeps going and going
Over and over
'Til my days are over
I stand on the line
And I can't get across it
I'm waving goodbye
To the few who had made it
My thoughts are too tied
Too tightly to think
And I wonder if I
Will finally break
Under the pressure
And I
Just started to cry
The tears can't hold back
For long anymore
The nonsense, the gibberish,
The thoughts are just flowing
Though the party has ended
But everyone's crowding
There's more at the door
But my world is slowly drowning
And when I finally find
A trickle of hope
It never reaches
My blood is shattering
I feel so alone
My teeth are chattering
From being out in the cold
You can't comprehend
The feelings I'm feeling
'Cause when dust turns to gold
I'll be sitting here thinking
And I don't think that I
Will ever stop rambling
On and on about the things
That bother me most
What the hell am I writing?
My hope is long gone
Or at least it's hiding
All the burdens and thoughts
Will smother me eventually
To the point where I'll never breathe
I'm so broken, someone fix me
So I can be happy.
Carson Dees Jul 11
I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly,
I've been so good, Why am I feeling empty?
I've been so good, I've been so good this year,
I've been so good, But it's still getting harder,
I've been so good, where the heck is my karma?
I've been so good, I've been so good this year.
Adam, Jack, and Ryan Metzger,
Karma, 2019
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