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CE Thompson Nov 2015
i know you told me you tell all your friends i love you
but when i see them coming near you with their sugarcoated lips
the devil on my shoulder, who dresses like you but her lipstick's red,
tells me that my pixelated poetry can't be enough
i know you told me that the week was hell and now you need sleep
but when i flash before your eyes like rain before it falls into a puddle,
indecernable, and i an feel your eyes boaring into my soul, i think,
maybe i just need to try one more time, though you're tired
i know you told me your life is hard and its all you can do to stay alive
but here i go again, putting my anthill of cough medicine and paycuts
next to a mountain of car accidents and sleepless nights i never knew,
and you listen to every word and break my heart

i know you told me that you love me
but the devil on my shoulder laughs like you some days,
because you are the sunlight covered by my clouds
and all i am is undeserving
what reason is there for you to love me, i don't know what i've done to earn your heart
CE Thompson Nov 2015
You could walk away
Gun smoking in your hand
Blood pouring out of me in rivers
And I could never love you less
You could push me to the ground
And my vision would cloud
And you could call me a monster
And I could never love you less
I've given up my entire soul to you
And you could leave me if you choose
A dead body without purpose or direction
And I could never love you less

Don't let me grow obsolete
I love you so much it's too good to be true
CE Thompson Nov 2015
Education’s got me feeling like the living dead
Too many new ideas running through my head
I’m feeling kind of foggy so I try to sit outside
It’s there from all this pressure that I try to hide
It’s eating at my flesh and brain, feeding off my soul
I’d force it all to leave me but the poison takes its toll
I’d save myself with literature, save myself with love
But nothing ever really works, so what I’m dreaming of
Is getting out with dreaming, getting out with song,
But once again it doesn’t end and I just string along
The last resort is movement, I could dance myself to death
And instead I end up running, always feeling out of break
I think the end is drawing near we’re all just in a hoard
I never asked to learn this, I don’t quite feel on board
We thought that education would relieve our sense of dread
But instead of curiosity, we’re transformed living dead
Of a new zombie apocalypse we needn’t ever fear
It’s the stress that’s in our hearts that’s drawing ever near
The moans and groans of students can be heard throughout the halls
As we make the correlation between the rotting and us all
You’d think that someone’d notice that we’ve all grown dispossessed
Of all our own ideas and our growth has been repressed
If you’re looking for a zombie then you shouldn’t look too far
Because there are disillusioned youth everywhere you are
CE Thompson Oct 2015
when nights are long and my head is full
sometimes i like to go admire the stars
not for their beauty, for all things can be made beautiful
but they help me know that if i work real hard tonight
i can work real hard tomorrow
and if i work hard till then i can pass the test to take me to medical school,
and after medical school i can work real hard again
and soon i'll be the wealthiest woman in the midwest
rich enough to buy the stars im gazing upon
rich enough to take myself to the moon
rich enough to pay the poor out of their misery
but my wealth would be spent on a satallite
to spy on you as you wait for the fond hello that may never come
you'd be safe in my invisible arms as i gazed from afar,
no longer admiring the stars,
but the stars in your eyes

when nights are long and my head is full
sometimes i like to go admire the stars
not for their beauty, for all things can be made beautiful
but the stars in your eyes
"staying up late and looking out at the moon and stars and wondering if you're looking at the same stars that I am"
CE Thompson Oct 2015
what a change from the boy next door
i can't believe the pain you'd cause for passion
i can't believe the joy derived from her grief
i can't believe the new color of your eyes
it could all be a mistake but my mind thinks you're hers
it could all be a mistake but my heart sings for one more dance
it could all be a mistake but i think they were blue?
and purple came from the night we dressed as polar opposites
each to match the other's one true love
but how about we make like magnets and stick together
after all,
you're ****** up because you're lonely
i'm lonely because i'm ****** up
so we're perfect for each other.

nevermind for now, though
with those eyes, red suits you better anyway.
i'll admit it, its a love poem again, but this time we're just a little ****** up
CE Thompson Sep 2015
scraps of cosmic resonance
in every neuron's eloquence
taking up in residence
as misty image fast presents
CE Thompson Aug 2015
i'm so glad you like it when i smile
because every tooth is a dagger
digging deeper towards your center,
a river channeling through every pore
to find your core of solid stone
how strong do you think you are against the forces of time
erosion works best with high acidity, don't you know,
and it just seems that lately life's been giving us lemons
if i were to give you power i would
but realize that i'm a child
and i know the meaning of the word future
because i wouldn't be alive without it
your life must be holographic,
for a hypocritical hypochondriac,
just past forty and trying to put out the only light left

but don't worry about it, don't apologize,
i can't take what you say to heart
because i know it couldn't have come from yours
if we can have sad poetry  why can't we have angry poetry
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