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We smashed through
plates of glass
on our way back down
from China.
We swam through
oceans of plastic bags
only to reach
the oily surface
of the Pacific's
deep heart of blue.
We flew through
red clouds of smoke,
feeling higher
with each breath
we took; to only find our
coastlines and insides
filled with factory stacks
of mobile empires,
run by thieves and crooks.

We thought we thought
the craziest thought.

We should have known better
than to blame our neighbor.
 May 2014 Adam Carraway
Traveler
Shall I be happy because you smile
Or sad because you frown
All the anger that you harbor
Shall I let it bring me down

Governed by the rules of existence
We are one yet divided
Stuck with each other in this realm
Such is coincidentally pre-decided

Seems that we are bound to this dimension
And death is but a lie
Fabricated to motivate us
Causing us to arrive

Perhaps we’re recycled spirits
Living lives without end
Or merely momentary life forms
Being judged by our sins

Yet we are all here together
In this universe quite naïve
Yet hate is not genetic
And true love does not deceive...
 May 2014 Adam Carraway
olympia
won't you pay
attention
just for me?
just this one time?
please, just let me see?

i've waited for you
for days
for years and
months and
minutes

but all that you
leave to show for yourself
are the days
and years and
months and minutes

that you stay away

but i need you here
for closure
or at least for a
goodbye

because
your face is
like a melody
that won't leave
my head

and all i want is
the music to stop
or at least to come
to a blissful
temporary
end
Far and wide I have searched in copper fields  
Stories of loss and tales of good fortune  
Around the world twice with our weary heels
Which bare the sweet memories with caution
Worn thin by questions and become by fear
Artificial spirits fueled by turning heads
Still many adventures await me here
However, the tongue can stain the eyes deep red
 May 2014 Adam Carraway
EP Mason
Do I look okay in this bag of skin?
Does it make my stomach look fat, or my hips too thin?
Do I burn your eyes in my porcelain dress?
Should I trade it for one that you less detest?
I shan't ask again if I look okay
I couldn't undress myself anyway
© Erin Mason 2014
 May 2014 Adam Carraway
Helen
I held you softly
as you slept
I held you gently
as you wept
I held you tightly
as you screamed
I stroked your hair
as you dreamed
I wiped the tears
that would not dry
I cried the tears
you would not cry
I took the demons
in your head
and made them
Mine instead
I need to be
by your side
don’t turn me away
I am not your Pride
I am not your Pity
I am not your Sorrow
I am here Today
I am your Tomorrow
This is one of my oldest and most beloved writes. I never considered adding it to any collections until today. Considering this will be my one true legacy I leave behind, it is as relevant to me today as the day it was written. Enjoy :)
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