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Melody Goodner Jun 2014
the wind wails
through open windows
the seatbelt unlatched
as i watch
my insignificant life
go by at
110 mph.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i’m honestly glad
i never showed you a poem
you didn’t deserve that
part of me.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
being on the shore
and looking out at the water
is so different
from being on the water,
looking towards the shore.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i’m under the influence
of the night,
darkness is my drug.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i thought i could like you
but i only really liked the chase
i reeled you in
but when i caught you
you were released
after all, there are plenty of other
fish in the sea.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
insert clever metaphor
and then shake your head
put it in a book
placed beside your bed
proceed to forget
when a better one comes instead
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i’m just another
broken storyteller
hoping my words
will glue me back
together again
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i opened my mouth
and shots were fired
words are my choice
of weapon and i
found my smoking gun.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
the thing about a
bad record on repeat is
after a while you start
to like it.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i’m an open book.
my words are bold and
forever imprinted on my skin.
some people don’t dare
to look close enough to see them,
others misinterpret them,
but they’re still there
unchanged.
one day i hope you’ll look closer,
read me, & understand.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
the world is so
small
until it’s
you
i want to run into…
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
it hailed today,
my eyes scanned grey skies
for glimpses of blue
that were not there.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
the fog rolled in
and hovered over my city’s
streets.
the trees rustled with
chilled winds that bit skin
harshly.
the moon whispered it’s
secrets to me and i
cried.
the loneliness crept in
sinking it’s teeth into my
bones.
the time has come
for me to leave home.
goodbye.
Melody Goodner Aug 2014
he wants everything
i have to give
except for me
Melody Goodner Aug 2014
if looks could ****
i'd be a mass murderer
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
to me, the rain sounds
like a reminder
that i’m stuck in this town.
seattle’s a drain and
i’m going down
drowning.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
I lost the keys
to the world I knew
and I felt scared because
I could never return
but then I took comfort
simply in knowing
someone else had found them
and they felt home again.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
I hate being a writer…
Inspiration does not understand time,
or wait for me to grab a pen and paper.
It does not care that it’s inappropriate to
scribble feverishly in most circumstances;
like sorry I should be working but
I’ve just gotten the idea for lyrics to a song.
I know you’re in the shower but
this poem has to be written.
Oh you’ve just woken up from a nightmare?
Let’s write a ******* novel.
I do not control my words, my words control me.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
my mama shot up
them dollar bills
and my daddy he drank
them away
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
I think ghosts
are a beautiful creation
we use to fill up ugly,
empty spaces.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i would never tell you this
but i have a favorite towel,
one that you left at my house
a sunny summer day
long ago when we went to
wild waves and we got stuck
on a ride together.
i’ll never forget how you feigned
disinterest in the questions you asked me, while your eyes lit up with fires. the last time i saw you
was when you got back from
europe, you reached to smooth down my skirt that
was flowing in the wind and
i gasped as your hands starting at my waist, trailed down to my hips.
struck silent you told me you had
never seen me so quiet.
maybe that’s why you sat across
from me at the dinner table
and offered me the last of your drink with a smirk and a wink…
leaving me hoping that you’ll
forget more than a towel next time
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i like myself
the most when
i’m not being
wreckless.
so why do
i hate myself
when i’m being
careful?
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
they say the grass is always greener
on the other side
but honestly i’ve never seen
green grass
in this city of mine
Melody Goodner Aug 2014
you make me
mad as a hatter
i have fallen
down the rabbit hole
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i heard your name in the
whispers of the wind,
turned around to check
if in fact it was you taunting me
but alas, twas only the trees
spinning their tall tales
and me wishing for
a happy ending.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
This change is not like the others because it is different in a bad way.
One day has gone by already.
I’m another person.
Confused by the blink of an eye,
The twitch of a smile.
No longer a change…
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
took two pills
took two shots
felt numb
felt sorry
wired
tired.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
poetry is far too beautiful
to contain all the sadness
i hold in my heart
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
my freckles fall in constellations
like stars sprinkled across my face
they dot every inch of my skin
like marks on a map
trace them tenderly
from my arms to my tummy
making patterns i can feel
your final destination will be my heart
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
if tomorrow starts without me
leave me be
the present is a nightmare
my future is but a dream.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i wish the rain would wash me away
to a place unknown
and drown my sorrows like the sidewalks
into the drains i would go
watering down the lines of reality
until the sun came out again
there’d be nothing of me remaining
only the memory of water
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
drink it down
another laced crown
woven around your head
eyelids heavy as lead
body feather light
floating above the night
things are blurring
words are slurring
little dress alluring
no regrets
at least not yet
fading in and out
lip gloss pout
inhibitions like heels; long gone
partying until dawn
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
honestly it has gotten to the point where
if you pushed me
to the edge of the cliff i would
jump just to spite you
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i like to eat my thoughts
filling my stomach so it’s full with words
until it talks and says the stuff i will not
sugar coating my feelings to make them easy to digest
but the sweetness goes away leaving a bad taste and regret
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
thunder &
lightning &
rain, oh my.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
The words don’t flow as freely from me these days.
I stare out the opened window, the sun burns my eyes, and I wonder if Seattle and I are suffering from the same drought.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
having a best friend means
to forget your manners
let’s stuff our faces
while we talk **** and
about the ****** up stuff
going on in our lives
or in our heads
telling you my secrets
is my way of promising
to always keep yours
you and i have a bond
that cannot be broken
because meeting you was like meeting my other half
and the phrase “best friends”
hardly does our relationship justice
you’re my sister
you’re my missing piece
without you i wouldn’t be me
my life would ****
100 times more than it does today
if i didn’t have you to be sucky with
i love you
forever and always
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
even roses have thorns,
the beauty is in the irony.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
my mum told me
not to give advice if i
couldn’t take it myself.
she didn’t get the irony.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
daydream like you’re going
to live forever,
live like you’re going
to die tomorrow.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i would compare love to paper cuts
as it always seems to be the little things that hurt the most
Melody Goodner Sep 2014
do not try
to mend his
broken heart with
your love because you
will end up the broken one
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
on the corner of bell
i questioned who i was
in comparison to this big city
i’m an ant on the bus
trying not to get squished
i stood next to the space needle
and it felt infinite while i was momentary
i was lost like a penny
that rolled into the streets
worthless and forgotten
seattle’s a drain
and i’m going down
drowning
Melody Goodner Jul 2014
i curled up next to you
and murmured sweet nothings
into your ear
so you wouldn’t hear the sound
of my fragile heart
breaking
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
you are the rain in june,
it’s funny how lovely
a nuissance can be.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i live my life in a glass case
only remembering when people get close enough to see
the cracks they inadvertently make while trying to get to know me
the glue isn’t holding together like i’d hoped…
it’s going to break soon - my protective wall
what use to save me now might hurt me,
lying shattered at my feet
they always saw through me anyways.
Melody Goodner Aug 2014
you smoothed down
my frayed edges
then pulled me apart
from the seams
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
these eyes have seen more
4 am’s than taxi drivers
have seen street signs…
insomnia is my drug and
i’m far too high,
delirious and slightly delusional
go hand and hand
like melatonin and zolpidem.
i’m addicted to
tossing and turning and
blaming all my problems
on lack of sleep
Melody Goodner Sep 2014
my stomach is now
a graveyard
you killed all of
the butterflies
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
do you know
you left bruises
in your wake?
not just on my skin
but on my heart as well.
placing my fingers over
the purple-blue marks,
i press down
to relive how it felt
to have your hands on me
holding me so tight.
it’s not the same
because bruises fade away
long before
the feelings do.
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