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Carson Reed Nov 2018
Morning comes I know the sound
As it beats me into the muddy ground
We once roamed without a care
With wilder hearts and untamed hair

Like raindrops like footsteps on wooden floors
Like the tin on the roof and a creaking front door
I watched you walk right in and walk out once more
Like raindrops like footsteps on wooden floors

As nightfall lays you deep in my bed
I'll try like the devil to lighten the lead
The clock never tells the hour wears thin
It's a timeless night when a storm rolls in

Like raindrops like footsteps on wooden floors
Like the tin on the roof and a creaking front door
I watched you walk right in and walk out once more
Like raindrops like footsteps on wooden floors
Carson Reed Oct 2018
who grabbed the matches
who burned the map
who let the walls
slip through the crack
the blues and reds
of an orchestrated flame
both burn together
both are to blame
but I don't care
anymore
the only thing
I know for sure

they turned our diamonds back into coal
and death will make a fool of us all
when I'm six feet under my stone will read
our hero's were villains we just had the same greed
we left our hearts to rot in the rain
we got too consumed playing Franklin's game
the wind blew the ground from beneath our feet
we wrote down the rules so that we can cheat

In a room
sits a man
dark in mind
pen in hand
we're all crooks
of our own device
some burn bones
and others pipes
In a cage
waits a truth
it's a monster
and so are you

they turned our diamonds back into coal
and death will make a fool of us all
when I'm six feet under my stone will read
our hero's were villains we just had the same greed
we left our hearts to rot in the rain
we got too consumed playing Franklin's game
the wind blew the ground from beneath our feet
we wrote down the rules so that we can cheat
Carson Reed Sep 2018
Hollow as an oak, in old Plumas county.
I'm rotten on the inside, oh but who can tell?

Rusty as a rivet in an old cabin stove pipe.
I'm not holding in much heat, but oh well.

Sorry as the man, who looks me in the mirror.
Who told you love was just a waste of time.

Worthless as a pen that runs dry of its ink.
Short an, "I'll love you everyday until I die."
Carson Reed Sep 2018
I tried long to forget it.
Silky skin and smile.
I'd sooner turn my lovers lust in for a barren desert mile.

I pour the water from my lips.
To grow her gardens' rose.
I'd hang from my neck and let the vultures peck if you'd just let me go.

I grew up in the void.
Neither high or low.
In the desert air under a heap of sage where the lonely people roam.

Silence I learned to love.
Never others like me.
When I saw her face and no words came she just felt naturally.

We married in the spring.
I kissed her wary for the ember.
We were tenderness, a fiery hot mess that would burn out by December.

Her likeness to the seasons.
So often she would change.
As if my loves' affection were coyote on the mange.

She had a borrowed heart.
Her green eyes made me shiver.
Test the length of the rope and the fall from the oak.
But not the onset of her blizzard.

— The End —