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 May 2012 Caroline Stradley
mads
Loneliness is more than a feeling,
It's a creature that manages,
To swallow you whole, chew you up,
And spit you out on the bedroom floor,
Unable to move, but rocking from,
Involuntery sobbing. I know you're not the only one,
You're not the only one who has drowned,
In the beast's stomach acid,
And Oh! Don't salty tears taste so sweet,
You would know, they sneak their way on to those lips,
And you can't resist but to lick your own sorrow,
Your ribs wouldn't be so bruised either,
If it was easier to breathe.
 May 2012 Caroline Stradley
mads
I remember when we thought,
That together we could out last,
The world and every creation on it,
I remember when we thought,
That together we formed something,
Something that could embody immortality,
The days when I forgot how hard,
It was to breathe and smile,
It finally became natural again,
And I thank thee for that.

Caught up in your eyes,
And the way you swore you'd defy time,
Just to see me smile, be forever mine,
I never thought about tomorrow,
What would happen, who would die,
Who's smile would fall, who's feelings would fade,
We never thought or spoke of the things,
That were worth saying, and now,
We're frozen in regret saying goodbye,
To the ones we loved, ones we forgot.
 May 2012 Caroline Stradley
mads
Come with me,
And I'll show what it's like
To have a heart
That beats out of beat.
We'll walk through
That ******* fog
That feels like
I'm swimming through
Blood.
(It's thicker than water)
It gets so hard to breathe
Somedays, everyday.
We'll stumble
Around that forest
Of trees made up
Of lies, planted by my mind.
I'll paint for you
Horrific pictures of death
And wishes of death
With tears on my paintbrush.
I'll sing for you
With ***** in my mouth
Because my heart
That beats out of beat
Makes me sick.
And even if I did
Drag you through all this,
Even if I did
Pull you through the mud
Surrounding my heart
You'd still never understand
A thing.
 May 2012 Caroline Stradley
mads
We let the last breath
Slip between our southern hands
And each air bubble
Was strangled
So violently
By the ocean which guides us.
The sand and salt
Erodes away our toes
As if telling us
That the water is ready
To wash us away.
Always seeming to eager.
It puts you on edge.
You are forever in control
But what now? What now?
As the blood inside you
Slowly turns blue
Like you are the ocean
You realise that it's time.
It's time for nothing
And everything.
It's time for you to float away
And swallow the salt.
Your smile
tastes of mint smoke.
It’s refreshing
against the taste of my tears
and the drink you gave me
to stop them.
Your eyes
trace their way down
my body
seeing
knowing
touching
every little sweet spot
long forgotten.
Your hands
melt into mine;
a connection revisited.
And for a moment
I see in your gaze
that (love lust longing) we shared.
I blink
and it is gone
in the moonlight
and blinking light
from your clock.
So I close my eyes
and let the smell of tobacco
in your hair
and the smile against my lips
bring me
to a dark connection
I know far too well.
We can be together.
Just one more time.
Just for tonight.
From stars we are born.
Atoms burning within us.
Traceable back to before
time began. It connects us
to those we never will meet,
stretching across galaxies
and piercing back through our skin.
As we are part of this universe
so it is part of us, making us larger
than most can accept or truly feel.
Breathe in your importance, and
contemplate the universe. As it
is nothing more than the atoms
inside of you.
Created while listening to The Most Astounding Fact - Neil Degrasse Tyson.
I'd love your input on a title!
Iridescent bubbles pop,
an explosion of shimmer in
sunlit soap drops.

Magic wands in blinding
colors give life to miracle
sphere-shaped fairies. Meant
only to exist for brief
moments, disappearing at
the fingers of
earth-bound angels.

Tiny imprints dot the
shoots of green, that carpet
my angel’s feet from harm.
Leaving in return medals of valor,
earthy marks of bravery
from her romp through
tiny forest worlds.

Golden rays say goodbye
as they sink softly down to rest.
She lets her weighted eyelids close,
Whispering a melody so divine
it could only come from her mouth.

My lips touch her porcelain cheek,
Fingers dancing on her moonlit hair.
To kiss an angel, my angel,
this is what I live for.
Enjoy. This was inspired, again, by a title generator that gave me the title "Kiss of an Angel", as well as some feelings about how I would see a little child if I had been able to carry my own to term. Any input is welcome, as always. :]
Edited
I hate my body.
All my angles and lines.
And I hate them all
because of you.
What are we trying to accomplish?
Pitting body type against body type?
Why is it wrong to love
my bones,
if it's encouraged that you love
your curves?
I am healthy.
I eat every day.
My body is different,
why isn't that okay?
I get called
twig,
anorexic,
and sick.
But I can't call you
log,
fat,
or thick.
Don't tell me to gain weight,
and I won't tell you to lose it.
Why can't we accept that people are different?
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
Indifference,
Defines my life
Thin line between
Happiness and depression
No one knows
The things that
Upset me,
The way I truly feel
I am not pleased,
Dissatisfied,
With virtually everything
Dishonest to myself
And distant to all those
Who think they are close to me
No one really knows me,
No one has ever seen
The real me,
No one is trusted
Stress,
Outweighs all,
Pressure to please others
Never myself
And in this cruel world
No one cares
Even those who claim to
Want merely
My affection,
Praise for the moment
When that time
Has passed,
They care no more,
As they never truly did
Countless are the hours
I spend on others,
Worthless are the dollars
I spend on others,
Just to be kind,
Simply to help
Slim to none
Is the reciprocation
I receive
Time and time again
I believe
Things will change,
I am wrong,
I know this,
I’ve known this
For a long time,
Yet still I try
All that is good
In this world
Is me,
All that is true
In this world
Is me,
All that I need
In this world
Is me
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