Carry away
Carry away
Say
Say
Okay
You need a pick me up
Take this bottle of-
It doesn't matter
It'll turn you into a beautiful thing
Then your problems will be
Carried away
Carried away
Say
Say
Okay
You're a beautiful thing
I'd like to say-
It doesn't matter
I've already lost you
You've already been
Carried away
Carried away
Say
Say
Okay
...

Swing low,
Sweet chariot
Swoop my heart
Into your arms
And warm
It up enough
To start it
Beating again

He let her go among the wreck.
Loosening the ribbon around her neck.
She danced around the burnt down towers.
Turning ash and rubble into flowers.
She sang a song, a catching tune.
Her lovely scent drove away the corpses’ fumes.

I had a memory of when I was little
That wasn't drudged up by pictures
This is very rare
I used to sleep with a bible in my bed
I thought it would keep the monsters away
Kept it under the sheets at the foot
If only I still believed it worked,
Than maybe,
I'd sleep sounder.

The only time I wake up in the morning,
                    when the alarm rings,
                                is when I never woke up,
                                              because I never slept the night before.

When I was little,
I used to light fireworks
Now I find myself,
Lighting cigarettes
And I'm developing
All of these bad habits
Your tongue is in her mouth
And you take photos
Go away
Happiness is meant for you
I think I'll just stay here.

Hand rolled cigs
This music is ****
My red lips
You're pure grit
Grind it out
In the ash
Pick off
Another lash
Flick your eye
Before you go
Grab my hand
And let me know

The thing about poetry, and anything for that matter that you create, is that it's never inadequate. As long as you write, or paint, or create music, or whatever with love and the actual want to do it, not just because it is socially likeable, is okay. Everyone's poetry is equal in completely different ways. Mine is not better than yours and yours is not better than mine type of mentality goes a long way. Because there isn't a way to compare them, because they are sole entities by themselves, as long as you put purpose into them. So, that automatically destroys the possibility of yours not being good enough. Because it is good enough, because you made it, and you meant it when you made it. Only a fool would tell you that your work isn't good enough for that exact reason.

The world
Ended
We all
Died
And we
Don't even
Realize it
This is
Hell

Sitting outside of Ulta,
A make up store.
Waiting for Brooklyn,
To get done borrowing
Some samples.
The lights in there,
They are very very bright,
And it makes me uncomfortable.
That's why I'm just waiting.
Out here, not in there.
When will I not be so
Ruled by my anxieties?

This isn't a poem. I've been briefly overwhelmed with bits of sadness. And, I feel hollow. I feel so, so empty.

Buy me clothing, man of mine
Dress me up
And dress me down

Take me to see the lights
Swish me away
And give me up

Bite your lip and cluck your tongue
Let me be
And I'm not young

He watched
As some of the
Parents
Put their car
Seats into their
Trunks.
He knew that
Those car
Seats were
Going to be
Empty before
The parents
Came to pick
Their kids
Up...

I took a trip to the moon last night
Sitting in the leather booth
Smoking a cigarette
And drinking diner coffee
And while I was riding
In the light blue truck
I stuck my hand out of the window
I closed my eyes
And I took a really long drag
And I knew,
That no matter what happened
I was going to be alright
And that I was going to live my
Life
And it was going to be *******
Amazing.

This weekend at another heavy metal show
Your existence had been many times doubted
But there your were, as solid and sharp
As the black spot in my chest
Your tall grandeur and dark rimmed eyes
The yellow stain between your middle & pointer finger
Your eyes flicked towards my face,
A tiny smirk was yours to gain
I'd seen that look before a million times
I used to even miss it
Laugh and sling your arm around another friend
I turned away and tugged my collar
High against my cheekbones
Stepping out into the cold,
The thumping said goodbye
In another time, another place,
I'm glad we're not together

Waking up late
Is the only thing
I'm good at.

Babe, I **** time with a dagger
But believe me, it isn't as fun
As it was killing time with you

I compensate in child like wonder
It'll take me ages to cure this blunder

Stretched out lobes                                  Clumped up makeup                                
I tug on them in the mirror                     I swipe some with my finger
I know I'll regret them later                    It shows the days wear & tear
But today isn't tomorrow                        Though that wasn't it's purpose      
And I'm not sorry                                     Meant to hide yesterday's worries

Sallow eyes                                                Fringe bangs gone amiss
I see them growing deeper                     My hair matches how I feel
Time grabs on them                                  No direction or intention
With pale cruel hands                              A mass of brown & blonde
Yet they are ever welcome                      Without a single purpose

Charlotte Caron
Where have you gone?
You must have run away.
The men you date,
You are half their age
And yet you make them
Marmalade

I'm death in Doc Martens.
With mint green fingers.
Louis Armstrong hold me down.
This is going to be a long winter.

I'm not going to hope that it is me.
Because, likely,
It is not.

The elderly man on the bike
His beard wrapped around his front wheel
His eyes are as shifty as his breaks
He wonders at the breaths that he takes

She paints her face like death
Plague rides on her breath
Spine is a bridge to brain full of rain
Sorrow cruises through her veins
A thousand screaming lovers
Grasp at you from her eyes as she utters,
"Kiss me"

Pull me close to you
Toes touching toes
Nobody knows
Shhhhhhh
How we feel
What is this feeling?

Don't ever say those three dreadful words
I never want to hear them from your lips
As you say them, my heart will turn to stone
Don't ask me why, for I do not know
It's a chemical reaction to that spoken phrase
I cannot help that I turn away
If I knew, do you think I'd would do it
Why would I want my insides to turn icy
Towards your tender murmurs
Once you say 'i love you'
I'll be gone forever
I don't know why
...

Baby lips
Baby lips
Baby lips
Frozen tips
Shoes with three holes
Right on the soles
Cardigan
Again and
Again and
Again

Grant
I miss you
It's been years
Come back
Forget about the crack
Where did you go?

Finding myself
Imagining you
Doing things
You say your
Doing

I'm day dreaming
About dreaming
As you read this
I don't have anything
But doe eyes
Filling my face
Imagine me
The white blare
Is shining on me
And I can't sleep
Tonight is one of those
Talk to me

I've never dreamt
Of people that I love
So when you ask me if I dreamt about you
I didn't want to tell you yes.

I want to crawl
Into a ball
And go to sleep
Forever
My eyes are
Running wild
Sick water
Streaming down
My head is
Full of air
And my nose
Nothing's there
I want to crawl
Into a ball
And go to sleep
Forever

Tonight I realized,
I really am alone.

A heavy heart
And a heavier head
With a gentle hand
And soulful eyes
Is all I need
In a guy

Taking away the bad
Destroying the sadness
A fiery explosion of lights
Surrounding a cloud of water

Masterfully sculpted
Delicately made
The eye that passed
Over your creation
Is the one I'd love
To know

I'm not much for conversation
Not so much so in this place
But if you could see my face
And I could see yours too
We'd get a long much better
Without typing all these letters
Person to person conversation
Is something I'd much prefer

Let me do you justice with my words.
I'm forever tortured with the urge.
To glorify you with every letter.
To make you, in my mind,
Even better.

Well, now, fill your head with things of importance.
Things that are not me.
I'm not to be thought of.
That's not my purpose.

Light spills on the floor.
It's bright and clean and fresh.
The cold sheets are feathery on my back.
I bury my head deep into the pillows.
My toes curl and uncurl lightly.
I collapse in with a breath of air.
The bed is an infinite landscape.
Just my cheeks tucked between covers.
Layers and layers of light cotton.
And a feeling wells up inside of my chest.
I want to share this with another human being.

I can't sleep
He's sleeping away
The next day
Is the same game
I'm not a plain Jane
Am I
Oh, I am
So, the next day
Is the same
As the day lays
Awake
I'm awake too
I don't want to be
The bear
With the name harmony
Sits on the bed
Laying
Empty
Arms
Of a girl who doesn't
Want to hold it

Shadows cast on the wall
Some call them dreams
I call them harsh reality

Make a list
Wish I missed
Just another day

Check off one
Don't get it done
Tell myself I did

Blink my eyes
Filled with cries
Of just another day

Continue, maintain, attempt to preserve something that cannot be kept while lamenting the fact it isn’t possible.

Spend your whole life obsessed with the mystery of death & have it be the final answer to your fruitless questions.

We’re all in this fever dream together, but everyone is in their individual beds asleep & that’s where they will always be.

Forever, until forever falls apart, because of all things, that has the shortest half-life.

My anxiety sits next to me & it is not small & I am not capable of bottling it up & putting it on shelf, it would shatter the jar & collapse the shelf & I have to live with the fact that it’s not something you can just put away & that’s it always present & it’s always there & that I have to ignore it & contradict it & have to deal with it actively trying to ruin every shred of ******* happiness I have felt & I think I felt & should I have felt it? & my anxiety isn’t some entity I can kick out my house & block the number of & I can put in little ear plugs shaped like pills & those little ear plugs will just dull out that one specific droning some of the time & then I’ll notice that the other thing next to me is telling me to **** myself & the earplugs don’t work on that (they amplify it & that’s so weird) & it makes some pretty compelling arguments & that’s really scary & so I take out my ear buds out so I can drown that out with my anxiety counteracting those arguments & sometimes they synch up & that’s even better & I’m just letting them chip away at me & I’m chipping away at me until there’s nothing left & what isn’t left? & in addition & also & including &

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