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I'm sure you've heard the phrase
Once you're born,  you start dying
But I'd like to clear the haze

Are you born at conception
Or when your head peeks out the womb?
Were you alive, in halves
Before egg met *****?
If this is true
You existed before these cells were made
And if my words are correct
You were once a tiny speck
Of dust on the floor
Or perhaps on the shore
Of an ocean, ever swaying
But maybe your speck
Was once part of the ocean
And part of that ocean
Was once in space
Once a flash of energy
Before matter was made
And the universe's foundation was laid
In stone
Or rather
In foam
So easy to spray
But so easily disappearing
Into thin air
That was once nothing

But if we existed before we thought
Because we used to have no thought
Then it'd only be plausible
That we will exist after we lose thought
But maybe  in two
Maybe we can think for eternity on end
Or maybe I'm a fool
We can only find out
If we take the dive into the pool
Of life's slow compromise

But the sad truth is clear
You and me, dear
We are something
Something, that came out of nothing
But nothing, dear, must have a big belly
If it were to shell out something that's this heavy
But if all we knew
That we're truly nothing
We'd be quite sad
But really, we already are
So let's hold hands
And look to the sea
I'll look at you
And you, at me
We can think ourselves away
Until we find reason to be gay
But we'll have nothing left to say
For our only legacy is what's up there
Upstairs
Hidden in our squishy brains
Where you and me
Can think of eachother
And wonder
Why is it us
That think of this stuff
Maybe it's just better
That the rest of the world has other thoughts on their mind
And they don't mind the bigger stuff
They feel content, just leaving it
To
Us
I'm losing you
Love lost in the fade of night
Darkness once so glorified
With the curves of snow on a body once held
Pale and glistening in the night
Off the eerie light's wooden crown
I can't seem to find you anymore
Encapsulated in the feelings which I once felt
I'm losing you to time
To the mesh in which we live
And I can't seem to recapture you
Your lips
Your *******
Your hands
Your hips
They're gone
With the wind of time and space
I love the pen and pad
But I don't think I can use it
It really makes me quite sad
That I can't seem to work it

You see, it's my confession to make
That I love to write
But it's sort of fake
What I really feel
Doesn't rhyme
So I change it's form
So it can fit the time

The pen and pad
So beautiful it feels
The sign of an intellect
Of a writer to be feared
J can't explain the reverance
For the pen and pad I posess
But surely it isn't natural
To find a workman's tool
My mind's only nest

I have found that there is a problem
The dilemma is this:
I can't really use these tools
Even though they're my mind's nest
I can't truly navigate them
With the words great writers heft
I can't form them
Into works of art
Like all the artists I envy
With words nor picture
Not short nor lengthy

You see, it's quite clear
The pen and pad
The paper and ink
They work so well together
It makes my heart sink
They inspire joy
From my hollowed throat
They are too beautiful
For words to provoke
But still I try my hand
At writing with paper and ink
Because all I can do
Is think
But all I write
Feels fake
Hello.
I'm your girl.
The girl who will always smile
and listen to your petty complaining
as if it were actually a crisis.
Your girl to pretend everything is okay,
to act as if I actually believe in love.
Your girl to take advantage of,
to bend and beat and break
but never ****,
because she is expected to stand up and smile
like nothing happened.
Hello.
I'm the girl who's been hiding the whole time.
The girl who's not okay.
Who's sick of being your *****.
Who cannot take it anymore
That girl who is actually going to be real.
But you don't want real.
You want a little perfect Barbie
who you can play with.
You think you need someone
who can simply smile and look pretty for you.
I guess I'm stuck being your girl.
The worst part about falling
is not when you hit the bottom.
Not getting back up after the fall.
Not when you have to let go,
Not when you have to move on.

The worst part about falling
is knowing that you are slipping.
Knowing you are slipping, deep down
into a pit of demons and despair.
Knowing you are breaking.
Knowing you will be held hostage
by the devil inside you.

Knowing you need help,
but when you finally cry out,
no one is there to save you.
And you just have to allow yourself to fall.
I am no longer me.
I look in the mirror and see
the ghost of what once was,
the regret of what never will be.

I will always be wrong.
The monster you've become
rips apart the essence of me.
My seams forever undone.

But I will never forget.
How I let you in and
*what you did to me.
 Apr 2012 Caroline Stradley
Wuji
You break my heart,
You move along,
And you are happy.

On to the next,
The next new best,
And you are happy.

You traded up,
I fell right down,
And you are happy.

Happy you were right,
Happy I was wrong.
Sad that you aren't tight,
Mad I saw your thong.

You conceited *****,
I built you up,
And you are happy.

Spread rumors like,
They're STDs,
And you are happy.

All of our love,
Been burned away,
And you are happy.

Happy you were right,
Happy I was wrong.
Sad that you aren't tight,
Mad I saw your thong.

See me with,
Someone new,
And you are happy.

Rose my fist,
Flipped you off,
And you are happy.

Called you a *****,
An open door,
And you are happy.

Happy you were right,
Happy I was wrong.
Sad that you aren't tight,
Mad I saw your thong.

Sad and alone,
All by yourself,
And you are happy.

Crying over,
Past memories,
And you are happy.

Cursed every,
Word you've said,
And you are happy.

Aren't you happy you were right?
I'm happy I was wrong.
Sad that you're even less tight?
Mad they all saw your thong?
I am happy.
 Apr 2012 Caroline Stradley
Wuji
I am mindless,
An animal used to enclosure.
Escapes traps,
Just to move in closer.

Out of one trap,
Onto the next.
Share my new room with rats,
I can get some rest.

A trap door in her room,
Leads to the basement.
Chains and shackles,
Imprison me for rent.

*******,
Forced to do what she wants.
I smirk so smugly,
As she acts out my own thoughts.

Who knows where it'll go,
But I'm enjoying the ride.
As my pain and past,
Are chained at my sides.
Delightful evenings await me.
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