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Carson Elliott Jan 2018
The stars aligned and they took you away,
no where in particular,
just not here to stay,
Your final rest in maiden sleep,
The kind of journey to make men weep,
I’ll make you a promise,
A deal not cheap,
I’ll continue to stand on my own two feet,
I’ll continue to fight, to laugh and to love,
And I’ll squeeze jess tight and give her a hug,
The pain of your flame when the candle diminished,
is a pain we all feel when your candle was finished...
My brother inlaw passed away from a very aggressive brain tumour last night, I wrote this for him moments after I received the news. I have some regrets of things we dreamed of doing, but I did have my chance to tell him what he meant to me before he was gone and that has helped a lot since he passed....RIP  Mike K. Miss you brother!
Carson Elliott Aug 2017
Gone is all you are like a whisper gone too far,
Like a flutter of the breeze easing gently through the trees,
I catch a whiff, a scent of you I'll remember all of these,
Painful memories locked in tight, make me weakened at the knees,
It's a pain in my chest quite not like the rest,
Somewhere in the middle maybe slightly to left breast,
It's a pain that cuts the heart, but not like stabbing at the start,
It cuts beyond the flesh and way deeper than a dart,
Like smashing through the table, past the bottom of the bowl,
You cut a laceration in the fabric of my soul....
Carson Elliott Mar 2017
This time it is for real and for real you will go while I'm crying on the floor screaming no no no.

The first time your the fool but the second times my turn, but the fifth, the sixth, the seventh time and it really starts to burn.

For reasons unexplainable and some would say insane, the smell, the taste, the touch of you is burned inside my brain.

Your like a cut I cannot find, a pain I cannot cure,  but the love we had, burned in my mind seemed something rather pure.

Your a piece of me that much is true my love I'll never find, that piece of me that left with you when you screamed "IM GONE THIS TIME"

Now I hate, with my heart turned black, the thought of you not coming back, I hate myself and all I've done to make you turn your back and run.

Now I'm stuck, with me, Myself...
No prayer...
No love...
No hope...
No help...
Carson Elliott Jan 2017
Time is wasted some might say,
What's here tomorrow still gone today,
Do I do this, waste time on that,
In general time is running flat,
Try to make most for ample it's not,
Time is like a boiling ***,
Sit and watch is what we're taught,
The surface boiling with forget me nots,
Constant moments rolling past,
For not one person this time will last,
Water of time is all we got,
Steaming away wether we like or not,
Add some spice try one or two,
Make the rolling turn a new,
It's your *** to make, what say you do,
Time will boil away on you....
Carson Elliott Dec 2016
Your just a lier and false is what you say,
So much so even I might run away,
Once I was your lover, your partner, your friend,
We once whispered I'll be with you til the end,
Now everything you say is off,
A bucket of lies poured in the trough,
Like a pig I eat it up from you,
Not one little crumb is true from you,
Barely a morsel of the truth,
You said you were much better in youth,
That once you only spit the truth,
But the world beat you down,
Now shame and sadness are your crown,
Why won't you say the truth too me?
They say the truth shall set you free,
Free to love and live and laugh...
Why lie for something worse than that?
Carson Elliott Nov 2016
On a bright and sunny day in lore when the sun tickled tree branch swayed,
we watched the fireflies float away,  
When I was only four...

On a bright and sunny day once more when the black flies dart and play,
We watched the blue skies fade to grey,
When I was only four...

On a bright and sunny day with grey my father ran out the door,
I still nay see him return once more,
When I was only four...

On a grey and dusty sunny day mama say hide under the floor,
They took my mama dragged through door,
When I was only four...

On a gloomy dark yet sunny day deep inside the Syrian war,
I lost my pap, my mama, and more,
When I was only four.....
Carson Elliott Nov 2016
You say let's try, let's make a new
Say all the things that make me into you,
I fall again, head over heels in haste
Open my heart but the pain makes waste,

You say bye guy, just not that into you
A million times guys are better than you,
Re open the wound, I fought so to close
Lined up pieces and your knocking down rows,

You say no more try's , this is final goodbyes
Again head I hang while I'm drowning my eyes
No more kiss, no more hug, no hope no die
Because yes love you want, just not with this guy.....
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