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Casey Dandy Nov 2014
I hand-over my heart
Wrap it up in every single thing I do
For it all to come to a screeching halt
Over a few hours... of a few days... of a whole year
Of sweat blood and tears.

All I have left to show:
A few extra pennies
A fuller resume
Warm memories of inspired children
Cold memories of anger and spite
A tepid heart searching for the light
Casey Dandy Aug 2014
The air was ****** from my lungs.
I cried and cried and couldn't let-up.
These tears were different--
They brought no release.

A pain so profound
I felt it in my chest, in my head.
My body weakened,
I couldn't move from my bed.
I wanted desperately to go back to sleep
And for all of this to be another awful dream.

Years ago I cried for you,
Today I cry for me.
For I know you're in a better place,
But I'm stuck here
And in my heart a you-shaped hole remains.

I wish the world was blessed enough to know you.
I miss you every day.
I'll never stop missing you, loving you...
So I cry today.
Casey Dandy Aug 2014
I was a child of the river. Always living within walking distance of the restless water, the uneasy docks, and the anchors that kept the boats steady. Even as the current smacked against the starboars, the sailboats would waiver but never fall. I admired their tenacity. A child of the river: strong but restless; the anchor and the starboard; a suburban sadness-- a yearning for something beyond the river, but too weighed down to sail. A child of the river, stuck in a stagnant town.
  Jul 2014 Casey Dandy
Lewis Carroll
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear
Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?
Casey Dandy Mar 2014
They tell me to write.
I put pen to paper,
fingers to keys.
But what I write
nobody reads--
it's unfinished, private.
I publish anonymously
so only strangers can see
the thoughts inside of me.

I am wrapped in my head.
Casey Dandy Feb 2014
The doctor says it will help,
So you take a pill.
Sixteen years down the line,
You're still taking the pill.

You're not sure what's the medicine and what's you.
You feel as if you're living a lie,
So you set the pills aside.

Then, your head spins 'round
You don't know up from down.
Your stomach does gymnastics
While you stay groggy and weak.
By the third day, you can hardly speak,
And you cry at the drop of a hat.
A hightened sensitivity, lessened awareness--
Everything is a blur,
Clouded by emotion, anxiety, and fear.
No one told me I would end up here.

So I take a pill
The doctor says it will help...
And maybe one day it will.
Casey Dandy Jan 2014
Can't believe it's been almost a year
That I've lived on this earth without you here
It's the longest I've lived without you by my side
353 days have dragged and flown by
Yet still I feel an emptiness, a hole in my life

So many changes have happened,
Some drama that I wanted to share.
I picked up my phone to call you,
Then realized you wouldn't be there,
and shed a few tears--
Because for a brief second I forgot,
And because now I know
There will be more moments
I'll want to pick up the phone
And more realizations
That now I'm alone
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