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Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
The curve of my body
The shadow that paints my bed and floor. My window tells me the tale of how the rain falls. Sometimes when I listen, It's a sad story. sometimes it's not. Today the rain just fits the scene. My eyes open slowly. My face shunning itself from the light for the sake of dreams. A childhood memory,  That I can't entirely recall. But it's morning now. Time to put that behind me. Time to wake up with the summer rain
Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
"Once more," Richardson said grabbing his hat and throwing it into the air. the  ball cap slid up through the air slicing the light from the moon and stars. The sky clear on a french night. The soft smell of a bakery near by.  All that one could hope for was in a night like this. And as I came back from thought. I could see the corners of my room. holes, beaten and torn. Here I am, lying around. in this **** smelling rat den. Where some coke head chose to go round two with his *****.
Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
Let me regal you with a tale. About brave adventurer's from long ago, That would seize the day as their own. At night they sat by a grotto, it's waters light was on their face shown. Looking up to the night sky. Stars began to fall around them, some. Until they swallowed one whole. Up they awoke to find themselves whole. Never being able to remember the tale
Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
I look out its nice out. But the sun. The sun shines in my lightless room
reminding me of everything I own which is sad, so I frown. But I forget when it leaves, My room goes black, right when the demons come back.
Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
It was that night we slept over at your friends house, when we had a room to ourselves, It was probably the best night I will ever have. A lot of things awoke inside of me. Passion, little lionheart, Curiosity of my self, and feelings I couldn't explain for you. I was still little lionheart, to be honest.  I was scared, I could only take baby steps, afraid of where strides would land. Because At that moment, when you woke up at the dead of night. You grabbed my head from being on your stomach and pulled me up to your heart. You said, "I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me." I replied after a grin, "I still feel your touch in my dreams". We both grinned. "forgive me my weakness but i don't know why, Without you its hard to survive" . belting the last sound at a low moan of tiredness. We laughed,When it went silent, then you lifted my head and kissed me. At the same moment I passed out, I'm pretty sure I wanted to be perfect for you. That's the best I can explain it.
Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
Look,
there you hide.
I see you between the stars..
between the blackness..
Past the void..
That's where I see you cower..
Between nothing and everything..
Fallen from grace, Angels search for you in spite.
All over one answer we needed, I needed..
Why weren't you there with her?
Between David, Jesus or Lazarus,
how was this...
too much to ask?...
Nevertheless,
the angels are hunting you for the lies
you told to us.
I guess when you'r dead we'll talk,
Until then, I have a cigarette to smoke.
Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
I'm nineteen, You were supposed to keep this world together
My cigarettes  remind me of my last nights of freedom.
My friend and I caught on to what your selling.
We aren't buying.
We realized in the cold of night.
God can find you, and you can find God.
There's no difference to the situation.
It doesn't make a difference. You still see a *******.
You were supposed to keep the world in order.
Just a silly word of power and nothing more.
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