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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
subconsciously you’re always there, bleeding into my words
like you’re entitled to those as well… it’s as if the grip on my heart
was not enough for you,
so you grasped onto my brain
and made my thoughts your own.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
you never really cared about me,
i was there for show.
you looked at your trophy daughter
like “oh i’m such a good father”
i’m just sorry that it
took me so long
to catch on to what
was your plan all along
to use me and leave me
well you got your wish dad
now you’re gone
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 Jul 2014
slap my ***
and call me baby
throw me against the wall
and kiss me gently
**** me hard
and tell me that you love me
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
life threw me lemons
and i took them appreciatively
with good intentions
i saved them and kept them fresh
but when it came time to make lemonade
i found my pitcher cracked
my sugar had all been given away
and everyone was craving apple juice
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
my throat swells like the ocean
tides of tears and salty sea spray
with the pressure of waves
my eyes well until filled to the brink
they leak streams of sadness
cascading down my face
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
pulling apart this forget-me-not
petal by petal i say
“he loves me, he loves me not”
on the last petal i ask,
“does he love me?” he does not.
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 Jun 2014
let’s get high and
pretend everything is
alright
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
if karma’s a ***** then love must be a ******* *****.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
I felt my heart flutter around in my chest like a bird in a cage that has just learned it could fly
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
roses are red
violets are blue
do i really have to
write a poem for you
to realize that
i want to *******
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
the truth lies within
the lies you tell
your eyes do not
match your words
i see ice
through your fire
and i know, my dear
that underneath
that calm exterior
is a scared child
spinning webs
and hoping for the best
you’re in too deep
but i know, my dear
i know
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 Sep 2014
my stomach is now
a graveyard
you killed all of
the butterflies
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i am a wilted rose.
once beautiful and blossoming,
life was fragrant.
worn by the days past,
my petals float away.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
only when i laugh do i realize i’ve been dragging my heart on the ground
Melody Goodner Aug 2014
you try so hard
to be gentle
but we both know
all your kisses
leave scars
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
cold medicine and cold feet
half lidded eyes, she’s half asleep
wendy’s waiting for her peter pan
dreaming they’re together in neverland
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
my surroundings
match my mind
the clutter in my
room coincides
with the crap
in my brain
why clean when
you can ignore?
my mental breakdown
should arrive around
the time when
you can no longer
see my floor
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