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you say all the right things
that seep into my veins
you say it's all changed
but we still feel the same
i never forgot your texts
the moments i spent
trying to get out
of my comfort zone
just so i could
be the one
that you love
and adore

i miss how it used to be
but i wouldn't change the past
because you stuck around
when i needed you the most
and that means the world to me

i love you so much
never leave my side
without you
my life is worthless
i need your love
in order to survive
i need you
in order to smile
i need you
in order to cope
with every day life
you make life seem
so very valuable
you make life seem
so very beautiful
© sinderella.
I was six or seven
I realized the dragonball Z comics I was drawing
needed a story line to make any **** sense
that was the first time
Then I was twelve
writing gangsta rap with my friends
a group of English farm kids
who couldn't be any whiter
That's when I realized who she was
By fourteen I was writing things which resembled stories
only not really
fifteen sixteen seventeen
they were growing stronger
February of my eighteenth year I wrote that first poem
I thought it ******
and it did
but still
people liked it
poem after story after novel attempt after poem after story after...
almost twenty years old
the words are thicker
shorter
harder
but still,
we're not there
but I can't wait until
the days of matrimony bells ringing in empty churches
the day were you give in to my
I do
We'll write our own vows
burn our sacred cows
we'll write a love story
which won't ever be forgotten
 Nov 2013 Carla Michelle
Kasey
It's about time for me to move away; this was never going to work.
The sun is too hot, the wind is too cold, and
Frankly,
I never had the energy to question the winter.
Bundled up, walking in the dark and watching over my shoulder for demons
I've never seen, but never not known them.
I'd rather let go and sleep on any corner in any town
Letting go of what I never had
Than to lay comfortably in a bed I've never shared.
And I've said never seven times.
Because that's how certain winter is.
 Nov 2013 Carla Michelle
alexis
"im here for you"
then why havent you listened?
"i love you"
then why do you push me away?
"i miss you"
then why havent you called?
"youre my bestfriend"*
then why do you ignore me?
a.l.
Cocooned heart
emerges
as silken butterfly

awoken

by

your kiss
 Nov 2013 Carla Michelle
Emma
Drugs
 Nov 2013 Carla Michelle
Emma
break me up like your precious drug
inhale me,
snort me
get ******-up off me

*i want
to be the
addiction in
your
life
What a beautiful place
the thought of your face
allows me to roam.
I thought having a cigarette break
would allow my heartbeat to return
to a standard clip
so I stepped outside
and had one or five smokes.

The winter night was
crisp and it was cold
and the air I returned to it
was polluted and poisonous.

Noticing a star in the sky
I decided to follow it
and it took me to Greenland
and there I met
a beautiful little boy
who told me it was time for him to go home.

He invited me into his home.
standing on the doorstep like a
succubus, his mother greeted
me with sanguine lips
and rosy cheeks.

After dinner
they told me it was time for me to go home
and so I followed the first star that caught my eye
and it brought to the place where we
fell out of love
and there on the ground
I found a circle of wine bottles
that sparkled, containing their dry fluid
they beckoned me to sip
and harshly I did.

The trees barked
and the bark whispered
and the willows
never wanted to be alone again
and so I drank and I drank and I drank
until my body was full
of heat.

I followed the smallest star I could see
and it brought me to your back porch.
Covered in snow and *****
from the winter clouds
I stood, not ready to knock
but more than ready to see you.

I sent out an invitation to you,
via the wind
and you answered with a demonic growl telling
that all is well and I should not be treading here.

Softly
and solemnly I returned inside
to the place I was before,
smelling of cigarettes and apathy.
Distraught,
she asked me where I had been and I told her
I saw an old acquaintance outside
and just needed to recollect.
When we talk
We reckless teenagers
We rebels without causes
We James Deans of the world

We talk about wanted tattoos
"A 3 on my back"
"Wings"
"On my lip"

And piercings
"My nose"
"My belly button"

And alcohol
"Icelandic chocolate"
"*****"
"Whiskey"

Because we want to do the things
We can't
We're on the edge
The brink

Does that make us reckless?
Greedy?
Something to be laughed at?
It makes us human.
We're greedy.

We want to be different
So we sit in circles
And curse and drink

And play stupid games
Like truth or dare
Because we're reckless
And we talk about ***
Talk back to our parents

Because we worship sarcasm
And complain about how poor we are.

What else can you expect
From artsy
Reckless
Hipster
New York kids?
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