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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 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 2013
***** you
You hurt me once
Shame on you
You hurt me twice
Shame on me
You hurt me thrice
Shame on who?
Shame and blame go hand in hand
But am I to blame for this ****** up day?
Or are you to blame for making it this way?
**** this and *******.
You don’t deserve me
And I don’t deserve you.
What in the ******* hell
Are we going to do?
Caroline B Oct 2013
The ghosts that **** your soul
**** it into their deep,dark, empty hole
They take your dark, and make it light
Turning what used to be wrong, to right.

They are afraid of you
But yet their presence sticks like glue.
Causing this icky, sticky feeling
Which aided in a concealing.

Truthfully, you have the strength
To keep them at arm’s length.
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
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 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.
Caroline B Feb 2013
Tomorrow is a new day with
Happiness is all around.
Everything is perfect.

Painfully bright smiles on my face
All the time.
I laugh once more,
No cracks in my armor to be seen.

I am strong and Beautiful,
So immutable.

Unquestionably warmer I've become.
Negatively surrounded by
All that is sublime.
Cool touches of serenity
Caress my soul.
Empathy.
Pity.
Tenderness.
Appreciation.
Benevolence and
Love in
Everyone but me.
Caroline B Mar 2015
Children teach us more than growth
They teach us the pushing of boundaries,
The breaking of restraints.

A child screams and fights against a rule
Until it is changed.
We are taught that we can not change things
But we grew up through change
We are created by change
And we create using change
Change is in our nature,
In our souls and beings.
We will always push against those rules,
The ones we do not understand,
Scream and fight until we win,
And pull the change onto our bodies
Seeing if it’s the right fit.
Trying over and over again,
To see if where we moved is comfortable,
Always searching for the deeper waters,
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 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 Feb 2013
Enchanting.
Appealing.
Charming.
Darling.
Pretty.
Usual.
Dull.
Of­f.
Caroline B Mar 2015
I didn't even know her.
She was just this girl.
Sure she seemed nice,
She seemed happy.
But
I
Did
Not
Know
Her
So why can’t I stop
Seeing.
Seeing her body plummet
To the murky water below.
Imagine
The panic she felt as she drove
to the bridge,
Mind racing,
palms sweating,
Or maybe perfect calm,
Content in her decision
To die.
Maybe i wanna know why.
Why she did it,
Why I cried.
Why I did not know her,
Will never know her

I would've been that girl.
The one teachers quietly
Announced their passing.
Maybe I cried cause they cried,
The teachers.
Maybe i cried cause it was selfish to cry.
She seemed so happy,
But why did she want to
die?
Caroline B Oct 2012
She is lovely today and every day
With her perfect toes and tiny fingers.
She smells of ocean and a fair bouquet.
Perfection is an image that lingers.

Her bright grin tells me she knows of beauty
And of the amazing way she holds it.
But one day she will know of the cruelty
And she shall to her flaws fully submit.

It is too bad this force of nature may be blurred
By the sharpness of people’s words of shame.
She may be trapped by mean names like a bird
In a cage of steel. She may have no aim.

This can change if we protect the noble
State of mind that is present in Opal.
Caroline B Oct 2013
I liked it.
I liked the paths your words took me on.
The intermingling ideas and thoughts,
Contradicting each other.

The secret language you taught me to speak.
It felt special, and different.
But really, I was never fluent.
Maybe you never were either.
You just enjoyed the struggle.

I enjoyed the fight.
The winning or the losing.
Not the questioning and guilt.
But now I know that I lost that fight.
But so did you.

— The End —