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Charlie Harman Oct 2020
As far as the ear could see,
there were whispers-
let once upon flowers,
whose petals wilted and died thereafter.

i.
Secrets don't make friends
this I know for sure

past lives and past times,
feed me the broth of your lies.
Lightly it grazes my lips;
the skin stretched over my bones trembles,
malnourished.

ii.
Words will never hurt me
what a lie that was

"What's the tea"
"Ooooohhh, I love drama!"
spill your guts heathen,
expel all that which you would rather hide.

iii.
Make sure you don't miss twice.
If you do, that might just give me a shot to survive

Whispers carried on the air like silence in a vacant room,
vacant like a widows heart-
filled with thoughts of yesterday and before.


Let me be, lest you whisper me into eternity.
ahahah I can't sleep and this is trash but I wanted to write cuz it's been forever don't roast me ahhahaahhaha
Charlie Harman Jul 2020
Time ticks slowly by-
the nights end draws near,
and blessed be the ones
I never saw so clear.

For changes are a comin'
and this I know is true,
for me and you and everyone
on our sacred blue.

Lest we fail in growth
and life moves on the same.
we have not much in this world,
besides ourselves to blame.
#BLMISNOTATREND
Charlie Harman May 2020
Whistling a tune
Whilst the ocean waves good bye;
Forever stuck in my own mind.

My thoughts are too loud,
deafening even,
Like an eruption in my skull.

Lonely:
An ocean waving both good bye and hello.
Pointlessly waiting for a response.

what is there to do,
besides- sleep -nobody listens anyway,
So like the ocean, I retire as the moon rises:

slowly,
I,
creep,
back,
into darkness.
#icantsleep
Charlie Harman Mar 2020
Eyes glazed
Blood boiled
Fears cauterized
Hope annihilated-

Who gives a **** about my nightmares

When by a stroke of luck-
The clock struck
10-toes down on the ground-
Ceaselessly running from death

Voided entirely by thoughts-
Black and burnt

Who really gives a **** about my nightmares

Not me, not you, nor him, nor her;
Neither anyone else on this bruised marble we call home

**** nightmares and **** you
Charlie Harman Feb 2020
I'd rather not be

It the way your lips crinkle at the sides
when you smile,
or maybe the way your hair curls over your eyes
But something about you caught my eye from miles

away

I'm not really sure why,
Nor how,
Nor what,
Draws me in...

But girl whatever it is,
I thought I'd say you're beautiful.
But all that happened is this,
I just looked at you with a giggle

from

The deepest part of my soul,
Girl you're wonderful.

Its all about

You
Charlie Harman Jan 2020
Unconditional, Unintentional,
Yet forgettable in every aspect.
The only memories had slowly fade to Black,
Dwindling to nothing as dusk settles in-

Simple as that, forgotten

-Though from it's frigid grave the sun rises,
And your world is illuminated once more.
New memories to be made wait on the horizon,
But in the end you'll always be:

forgotten
Charlie Harman Jan 2020
Hidden beneath a silky veil,
Those eyes tremble with the truth.
Confused, lost, misunderstood,
These words you hold dear.

Perhaps it would be best if you stopped holding on,
Just let go-
Or instead perhaps you should grip tighter,
Holding on to a moment that will soon slip away;
Lost in a moment to the tumultuous sea that is life.

Confusion boils like water,
Though it does not evaporate.
It only hardens into mistrust and desperation,
But there is nothing easy that can be done,

Because the easy way out will leave only a void in which nothing but empty promises and white lies reside.
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