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Caroline B Nov 2012
A penny sits in the middle of my hand.
Vaguely warm and slightly worn
But still shining brightly.
On one side you see the current residence of
The late Abraham Lincoln.
On the other you see the man himself
Facing to the right
As if watching for assassins.
I roll it around in my palm,
The rough edges scraping past my
Calloused hands.
I can almost hear it sigh
With relief as I put it back
Down again.
Caroline B Nov 2012
I remember we used to be happy
And smile in each others company

You would put me on your shoulders
And I felt like I could move boulders

You had my trust, as you should
You were my Robin Hood.

But you stole from the poor and gave to the rich.
Maybe you  shouldn't have ditched.
Caroline B Nov 2012
She floats like a bubble
Across the country of trouble
Dreaming of a new
World to have room to tumble

The Cows cackled "Boohoo
Too bad for you"
And they knew
Of a land of blue and true

But they would not tell her
So she floated out to her mother
And kissed her goodbye
As she left on a piece of Rye
Bread.
Caroline B Oct 2012
I'm supposed to live with
No Regrets
And I want to
Really badly.

But I've already got regrets
I regret not telling you I loved you
And telling him I did
I regret leaving
And then coming back

How am I supposed to die now when
My tombstone will have the words
"Too many regrets"
Caroline B Oct 2012
Her name tells of how it was with her
Always Moving
At a young age
She danced through the house
Shouting and shaking with
Unadulterated glee

Lying on her stomach
Her feet danced, bobbing up and down
To their own rhythm
While they did hit a glass or two
Nothing would stop her
Constant moving

In high school, she touched
Her hair and twisted
Her bracelets
Constantly crossing and
Uncrossing her legs
To the beat of the music in her head

She was happy moving
And she was free
Her need to move
Came from nothing more
Than her need for sheer
Joy.
Caroline B Oct 2012
Her name tells how it was with her
Scared but unafraid
She would look into the future
The vast obscurity ahead
She was scared but she couldn’t be
She had to be unafraid
She had to smile and sneer
When she really wished to tremble with fear

She was truly bright and happy
But that didn't mean she knew what to do
She had no idea
Of what was to come
Or of what was to be done
She did not want to think of it
But how could she not
When it was looming so close

People around her smiled
And spoke of her greatness
Of how she had it all figured out
But they were wrong
They didn't see the unknown
Like she did
So she kept on going
With the smiling mask on her face
Caroline B Oct 2012
I am the moon.
I contain no light, only darkness
I have no pull and am dark like a deep lagoon
I have been tasted, and contain tartness
No one would return

I am jealous of the sun and it’s brightness
I reflect its light in hopes of recognition
I wish to be righteous.
I have been in this darkness for so long I have night vision
The light is too bright; it comes out too fast

I am alone, with no one but the stars to keep me company
But they are too perfect and miles away
They laugh and joke in a manner that is so unattainably bubbly
This perception of beauty I was so unaware
So I slipped on my dress of sunlight and stay hidden among the bright.
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