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Carson Sep 2017
Wind kissed cheeks and blood blushed.

Hazelnut brown, Maroon, forest green, and sunset yellow are the leaves.

A soft crunch, half witted twirl, and I fall into the pile carelessly with my breath heavy and cold.

It's Autumn in your eyes and I'm in love.
Carson Sep 2017
Today, I smoked my last cigarette for you while I was staring at shades of green and lost love.

I inhaled my own emptiness wondering if I have already smoked my lungs to death.

I couldn't help but feel your touch as I took in the last moment of it all.

The touch of Butterscotch and Summertime.

I write because I'm in pain and over thinking things that don't need to be complicated.

Today I'm writing about love, because that is still what I feel for you.

My soul was covered in bruises and stitches.
One kiss of yours and my wounds were healed.

Now you're gone and my soul is forever weary and blue.

Blue, because that's the color of you.
I think blue will be my favorite color.
Carson Sep 2017
Peach juice dripping from the smile on my face
Strawberry locks masquerade with the wind
Still counting the cracks with laces untied

Weak like bird bones
Delicate like a daisy fresh plucked

I'm a dead girl
But I guess you had a thing for necrophilia

11 years young when I met the Devil
Milk teeth smile and baby blue eyes
You took a liking to that

Teacher.
They guide you to be prepared, but you guided your burned fingertips across my undeveloped velvet body

Did you like the taste of my innocence?
This is a small fragment of how I felt when this happened to me. Yes, this is a true story.
Carson Sep 2017
Half dead slaves,
Gold infused pyramids,
and the crocodiles swimming in the lake of blood
His imprints were the scars,
the sweat,
and the stance of formation in the mud.
He explains Moses and Nile River  


Built with blood blistering splinters,
shadows of deep sea life,
and swift waves of animals of his creation
His anger casted the storm,
Gave the family a reason for determination,
and before all man binding extinction.
He explains Noah and his Arc


Corroded from rust is the nails,
millions of pounds weight at his chest,
and the darkness and light met
He gave us his only Holy son,
disgusting sins forgiven,
and a beautiful promise kept
He explains Jesus Christ and the Cross.


Broken buttons with loose string,
fog for what is clear sight,
and alcohol veins with smoke inflamed lungs
Deep with concentrated breaths,
A loving touch without a second glimpse,
and with act of forgiveness pouring from his tongue.
He explains Who he is and his love for us


A bite from the forbidden fruit,
hourglass sand starting for the first time,
and visions of unspeakable blaspheme,
The suffrage, the extinction, or the sacrifice
plaguing him more than the engulfing fire evil caused
and he opens his arms for his loving creation to live with him for Eternity
He explains no matter what, he is there, and this is not the end.
Carson Sep 2017
She will hold a gun to your head and her name is carved into the bullet, but it's only for her arousal.
She always had a thing for getting into people's  head.

Do you like this?
When I touch you with burnt fingertips?

I'm drawing a map all over your body with blood stained hands and you don't even blink.
You're just my type, twisted and all.

Your skeletal body leaving its imprints all over the plum duvet.
Your scent stings, but it makes me touch myself in forbidden and unholy ways.

Just one thirsty kiss and I will be indulged by his fire.
This is so bad, but it feels so nice.
His flavor is all over my tongue, bittersweet.

I need more.
Carson Sep 2017
You, Taurus.
Me? Cancer.
According to Astrology, we are the perfect match.  
According to Astrology? No, it's fate.
**** that.

I drove for miles with you in the seat beside me.
To the left is the silhouette of my body that I know you wanted to see.
The vision of me naked.
No.
Not sexually.
Spiritually.
Come on baby, dance for me.

Am I getting this right?
Wrong.
But, you let me be right anyways.
New direction, please.
I'm getting carried away.

To the right is the plagued past we came from.
From my mouth poured broken innocence.
Your silver tongue spoke of war with a hint of tenderness.
It's a little messed up, I have to admit.
Neither one of us were scared one bit.

We have the lakeside view with the moonlight drawn.
Water moving just for me and the wind moving for you.
"It's gorgeous, it's beautiful."
We have the perfect blue black view.

We talked for hours forgetting that summer peach nights turns to cherry days.
Our souls grasped their last breath for each other,
At the end of it I really was daisy baby tired.
Even though there was more we could say.

Daylight paints the canvas sky yellow and pink.
My stomach twisted and you asked me what was wrong.
I had this horrible feeling you'd want to leave.
More than me, it's been too ******* long.

The fog sat on the lady waves and you disappeared.
I was upset for awhile, but I felt no shame or fear.
You became a fragment of a memory I once had.
It's eerie with a hint of discomfort.
Haunting me inside making me a ******* thriller.

What is the meaning of this?
Of us?
Let me whisper it with my tear salted lips.

You, the ghost.
Me? The zodiac killer.
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Carson Feb 2018
Today I walked home in the snow.
Don’t worry, it was only from the brick house next door.
But, it’s the coldest I felt in a long time.
The wind cut my face and your words cut deeper into my frozen flesh.
“I love you, I’ll be back.”
Only did you not realize that was going to be the last time you saw me.
I cried in your bed after# you left, because that’s where it was warm.
Realizing I was never going to be enough to make you stay.
Even just for a day.
I could be apart of a burlesque or be a complete librarian, but none of that would change a thing.
You’re too stuck on her and your old ways.
I gave you a quick fix of lust before you departed me for good.
Even though I was in pain from things that I cannot explain.
I guess that’s all you needed before it was time to leave again.
That’s probably the 1,000th time I let a man use my body to his leisure if it meant I’d get another coco kiss from those lips I love so much.
But, alas I’m only killing myself.
Today, I walked home in the snow.. alone. It’s the coldest I ever felt.

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