when sabotage is an innate ability

'til that well runs dry
i keep pacing around from room to room
expecting a seed of him to bloom
it has turned my heart into a broom
sweeping a tomb with ugly fumes

i'm waiting for him to come travel with me
to weigh down my blues with symmetry
sailors used to make ships out of trees
that was when it was hard to cross seas

i see a truck, a soft bed in the back
us laying together drawing our own maps
we'd erase inhibition and our tracks
making love between sweltering naps

we'd make fires on beaches and shower in streams
follow only our guts and the moon's beams
coming up for a breath, swimming in dreams
sowing our seams by our own means

we'd catch our own fish and pick our own fruits
roll around in the mud without clothes or boots
i'd bring a fancy dress and he'd bring a suit
a grand staircase would appear out of some roots

and at the top we'd find a canopied dancefloor
an empty ballroom waiting right next to the shore
mister redding's lullabies warning us to adore
before wells run dry and windows turn to doors

we may quarrel if we get lost or scared
and scars may be the only proof we shared
spinning the bottle, in the truth i'd dare
to stare through the fire with a bare prayer

and a melody would come to me right before sleep
and the world may despise us for the secrets we'd keep
we'd weave around each other and the honey would seep
like the courage it takes to see darkness and leap

and he would recognize the touch of my small hand
when he grabbed it out of hunger or to reprimand
i could steer my own canoe back to the white sand
if i could mould him out of water and see some land

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

"you don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry"
-otis redding

you better stop and think about whatcha doin

my pen

i sit in a throne facing an army of doubt
despite my weakness i will not change route
i'll find reasons to cry to cure their drought
lest my fury turns them into my clout

i'll hear their jargon of commonplace things
those trends, those toys, those loose wedding rings
ambiguous hearts, infidelity stings
definitions misplaced, like strength in kings

insults begin where recognition ends
lack of passion dictates and wrongly defends
they scratch the surface dumbfounded and yelp
so quick to fixes and crutches for help

i'd shake their hands but their hands are paws
chimps getting off on ridicule and brawls
blind to perfection and it's purest flaws
whilst pride stands tall and honour falls

so, i'll feel my body and i'll count the scars
in lilac breezes, i'll swim in the stars
distract them with noise, drugs and bright cars
and i'll fill up all my piggy bank jars

their houses are neat but their homes are bleedin'
judgment is intuition, holidays are freedom
making love turns into a chain through breedin'
as teachings are more like legal proceedings

slobbers are kisses and touches are cheap
comfortable fools, you sow what you reap!
stand on your head, claim the hill's too deep
waters are steep so just go back to sleep

perpetuate cycles that could've died
a long time ago but you always replied
your brides turned into the thorn in your side
your spoon was too full and your mouth, too wide

they whine in still boats when they could just row
they need bread but they just stare at the dough
they strut and yet they have nothing to show
except high credit, divine debts in tow

ladders of bodies that reach to the sun
the ones at the top will burn what they've won
anyone near the ground can choose to run
but guns are sticky and easily spun

the armour awarded, the maker ignored
the adored hoard what the poor can't afford
they've seen millions of shields washed up on shore
but they have not beheld the sight of my sword

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

bing crosby, tomorrow

punched in the throat

i heard a heartbeat that never ended
no thump unnamed, no moment unblended
a splendid high-pitched frequency
i learned from it's fullness
i am frequent,
see?

howling
and growling on the hill,
there is nothing i can't trap
and kill

spilling will is the deepest bliss
so,
be still when you aim and miss

try that but, kindly,
don't try this
fists can't hurt a masochist

no one knows a valuable thing
unless they bring a potent sting
a fight happening outside
the ring
moments win what futures bring

whisper, love
my goosebumps sing
on my neck,
through my wings

trembling as a dream tells
a king from boys (who are deep wells)
lifting hands out of shells
i fell
oh, mother,
my heart swells!

and it all makes me wish one wish
that he were a worm on a hook and
i, a fish

my wounds are all
healed and kissed
the bluest flame burns my wrist
branded,
the pleasure is readily missed
this time,
the blow made me hiss

make me shiver and i'll dismiss
that beating that was
so unearned
my nerves throb,
they exist

a knob turns and i swerve
caught with an expression so lost
and curved

tears falling expecting demise
for a long moment, so frantic
the prize
a romantic waiting to be cut down to size

then,
extending, holy

is his hand to my weary face
grace slips low and races
to the vast and jaded space

a masochist surrendering
as fingers start to trace
hands sweeping skin
so lightly
tumbling into embrace

to let go of my pace
and the fumbling of the night
a hand holding a face
and a
frenzied
tender
bite

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

today, miles davis

one of the following

slow
blossom
lotus
show us
fool, pour your liver out
dying inside and out
after
your full beauty reigns
switch lanes
bodies
deserving water
getting hotter
watch veins decay
don't stay
i became cruelty
i am a mule beside a tree
i got what i wanted
every time
i grin,
no cheap smirk
i climb
just knowing
what works
you may sparkle
you may glow
but what do you know?

what do you know?

death spares
keeper of lies, her
dagger stares
waddle down your vines
you're doing lines
show me your wrists
your lists
you need ointment
and many appointments

gave it up
before
awareness
unpopular insecurities
now, ashore
rolling in dirt
layered mess
thick mud
looks like chocolate
dull spike
if honesty were king
and no one
ashamed
we'd sing desperately
our tongues
hanging
needy and insane

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

i danced

my childhood bedroom

Flames dance with feathers while muscles knot up
Time remembers ribbons are always caught up

Bamboo reminds me to grow far around
When echoes and slow motion hear what I found

Light bubbles and shades curtain a spilt man
Obsessive and torn, smoke does what it can

Faded photographs and unread books
Concepts forgotten and distracted looks

Candles, quilts and flags dance free but proud
Empty white walls are disturbing and loud

Shadows and crystal balls give a great peace
Wondering how a page feels to catch a sharp crease

My missiles hang on display like dead warriors on floors
Covered in rose pedals behind all my closed doors

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

an oldie

To Cupid


The blackest muds were turned severely red
The darkest days and nights fought by the dead
The misty silhouettes of fire and smoke
Erased the soft light to which we once woke

The number of times love letters were sent
From the heavy-hearted, on cracked cement
The number of days they waited in vain
Drifting off as wounds turn into thick stains

A man will grow up once he’s gone to war
Good women know that that is what they fight for
Some stay because it's too hard to come home
Men like this deserve to live their life alone

And so sunsets burn and the dawn is crisp
A fight is no fight if not fought with the fist
But how many cowards must I collide with
Before love is more than a puddle of spit?

If love does live and sees past these egos
Then why do you sit there sinking in woes?
Those who dive head first seem ill-rewarded
And The truth 'tween lovers is always contorted

Seeking out the one who meets needs the best
Is sought by seekers who can’t pass the test
The ones deprived of true love’s silky caress
Echoing in a desert full of emptiness

Lovers who’ve accepted execution
And cowardly names wrapped up in conclusions
Just to stay true to a secret two share
This is for the ones who 're vulnerable and bare

Accepting the arrows you shoot with ease
While you smile at those who 're best at the tease
Rage swooning over a branded empty heart
All because cowards can’t finish what they start

And so gaze at the bombs shooting ‘cross the skies
If smoke and dead soldiers answer your 'why's'
And now there’s no polite or civil way to explain
You're only a track and love is a train

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

zero in, zero out

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mister empty mailbox

dear mister empty mailbox,

what did i ever do to you?
there's a thousand things
to tell my baby
and all are way past due

i want to tell him to be
naked as often as a pearl
it can cure anyone of anything
it can turn an oyster into a girl

i must also remind him to
not let his hands get too rough
easy times come in between
the moments that are tough

eating fruit in the shower
will make him whistle and hum
it may even make him shake
his juicy plum bum

beside me, he was a tower
so maybe you could understand
that i need him just as bad
as you need the mailman

even when the lights were dim
he would stand tall and quiet
we'd crawl at each other's feet
whispering hymns amidst riots

sweat all salty, juices so sweet
i hope he remembers it all
i know men can be forgetful
and a memory can be like a wall

most women try to hold men back
they make sure he's comfy and stuck
fed enough to not have to hunt
they find his flaws and pluck and chuck

but if you understand that a man's heart
is a conquerer and a troubadour
and standing in his way will only
turn him around to face the whores

then maybe you could comprehend
how it feels to melt into the floor
to take your core and bore it until
it is loveless, ugly and sore

another door with another mailbox
waiting just as you do now
you are replaceable and unnameable
as a vow of sweat upon his brow

he has eyes for beautiful things
and you just collect junk
open your lid you fickle thing
and no ship will be sunk

he needs to read my words
and touch paper that i've kissed
walking slowly through each other's minds
in the fogs and in the mists

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

i am not perfect on purpose.

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and at once, i will be turned into light

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finally, divinely

sleep and dreams,

take away these

thoughts

that drop my

every

anchor

take them far away from me

they have become

my canker

whisp me into

the abstract

where a man is able

to love

only one

shut off my ears

the silence of the night has

wrenched me

undone

cradle me in a soft veil

of forgiveness

and of love

let men mistake the two

no more

below is as above

no more tossing

in my bed

it forces all warmth out

no more reaching

without touching only

severe doubt

no more

rubbing my eyes

out of frustration

and of grief

loneliness is palpable

and

i'm aware

that i'm a thief

haunt my hallways

no more

with my past

it didn't last for

a reason

and like your wisdom,

my mind

is vast

allow me to comfort you

as well

burdens are your

property, i can tell

leave the world

to a mother

we can turn our backs

for a while

let us play the way they play

going downstream

in the Nile

speak to me

you could do that easily

i would

absolutely

respond and appease

and since you've set

no one before me

perhaps

you'd prefer to keep me

for yourself

in this case

let's make love

i will slide off your

asteroid belt

dance with me

in the darkness

of a shadow's

storm

melting into

each other

your breath is sweet

and warm

pour the milky way

all down

my chest

take neptune's oceans

make them our

nest

lightly blow a comet

to come sweep me

off my feet

i'll hop on it from

saturn's rings and

kiss your

cold cheeks

lash a sun flare out

to wrap up my hips

slide down

a nebula and

suckle on my lips

fingertips

like the points on a star

dig into

our spines

in the red spot

of jupiter

a hot tub of sweet wine

venus's caramel is

a lovely strawberry dip

take a cloud

and forget the crowd

gravity needs

to get a grip

diving into the

velvet sapphire sky

devour my

senses but open

my third eye

our heads swept back

these blackholes appear

pull me away

no more from you

i only want you near

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

loyal bastards

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true to you

push, i will, 'til they're pushed over the edge

slowly, but surely, one tap at a time

ingrained in me is this sure-shot pledge

push, i will, when the pickin's is prime

at first you couldn't feel it, an echo, i was

something you knew but couldn't touch

you jolted a slap like when you hear a buzz

but no vermin survived my hand as such

i can do to a cockroach what a nuclear bomb can't

smush it into the ground, oozin' guts all 'round

i used to bring 'em home to my ma and she'd rant

i'd wrinkle my nose, show 'er what i'd found

layin' there, lifeless, like you do now

i'd poke at 'em, then feed 'em to my dog

he'd claw at it, bark, like he does to the cow

it'd distract ma enough, i'd escape to the bog

knee-deep in swamp, that's where i found you

man, you must'a really upset some ol' buck

you must'a been a biter and screamer too

if i was him, well darlin', i'd call that luck

but, i 'spose some fellers just don't play that game

so easily insulted, their feelin's all shoved down

if you'd ask me, dead girl, i'd say it's a shame

i'd turn them soggy weeds into a lovely gown

i'll find him after i place you in the ocean, dear

i'll ask him to dance and i'll grab at his pants

i'll make all the wrong things very clear

i'mma storm and tonight, i'mma take a chance

push, i will, 'til he's pushed over the edge

slowly, but surely, one rub at a time

ingrained in me is this sure-shot pledge

push, i will, 'cause the pickin's is prime

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

blowing off steam

the mirror

i've lost my angst, the ability to rebel

it cost the banks, i saw them swell

i took to the roads, i was lonely and alone

can't differentiate between my heart and a stone

i no longer take the chances i used to

cut the cords of passion i was fused to

now i am strictly business, only literal terms for me

the consistent hammering of the clock is rhythm to me

my world is grey, but in order, so i can't complain

any chance at love only looks like pain

so why put myself in that fickle place to woo

i, of course, am writing, but in this case, i'm you

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

now it's my turn

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allergies

the boohoos

of the misunderstood

beating them

to the chase feels too good

they slapped my hands

down on a marble table

cut off all my fingertips

and threw them

to the cradle

they tied rope around

my ankles and hung me

upside down

the blood was to drain

out of my hands

toward

the hounds

pockets have

never been so useful

while i get the flog

the worst part is that i can't scratch

the hives i got

from them

damn

dirty

dogs

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

solitude for two

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empty castle

what is this sorrow

missing things i never had

looking at the rain fall

like i was the first to be sad

longing for acceptance

and denying it when received

looking for a studying eye

to feel what i've conceived

the loss of identity and self

storing everything away

falling asleep to wake up

nights blurring into days

waiting for a departure time

grinding my teeth while i nap

at an airport on the outskirts

doubting the need for a map

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

the keeper of the waves

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a past life

every thick, heavy drop
of this roaring Irish blood
thirsts to be swallowed
into emerald pastures

eyes for miles
and i am captured

fresh calm temple
you mercy breeze

oversized hearts
and he's

dancing with me
in front of our friends
wooden walls with knots
and bends

your raspy whisper in my ear
a peasant turned princess
remember the year?

no shame, no guilt, no nerves, no fear
the sky, your hunger
minds are clear

in the deep
bodhrán drum i drowned
but that is where i
found my crown

i couldn't afford a dress
in town, so that boy
covered me
like a gown

soft breath
on each other's skins

a fingertip made of pearl

dip me in your needles
and pins

let my urge for you unfurl
let it blossom the day
before you die
my will is strong, my knees are not
my heart, it races
and yet you lie
bare and naked and

about to rot
by a thousand years, my love
was late
Kintyre, i will always wait
you buried
his bones under the gate

Kintyre,
i will
always
wait

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

poof

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ain't no slave to you

just because you've made an assumption

and stormed off like you so often do

doesn't mean that another is responsible

to explain the circumstances to you

i am too old to be chasing misunderstandings

and too young to use up all my time

on little girls who can't get enough attention

or see the rhythms in my rhyme

and now i say in the truest way i can

i was the best and i was loyal until the end

but the end has come much earlier

so there's no need to try and make me bend

so say farewell or don't, if you like

i'm sure it will all be explained in the light

i have no catchy lines of parting

or thoughts that seeing will give you sight

if anything i hope that you learn your beauty

and that you stop denying yourself a chance

people are not basement punching bags

waiting for you to ask them to dance

and no, i'm not going to thank you

for all the wonderful times we shared

i am going to walk away quietly

and slowly forget all that was declared

some people are great at spitting insults

some people are great at being nice

but when they call you self-centered

they themselves have become the lice

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

alex grey

gravity is gravid

a point of view, like a point on a star

a thinking spot on a cliff from afar

overlooking an ocean, a sea of doubt

rejecting the guilt they try to dish out

i disagree and therefore i'm free

to be a change instead of a bee

to use my honey to cling to a liana

take their questions and point to Diana

i held it before i could see it's power

spoke of enormity at the step of the tower

used my fingers to crawl through thick fog

sent my mind west from berlin to prague

pulsating beneath me is a closed mouth

waiting to explode all over the south

the world is a bubble waiting to pop

all the electricity isn't going to stop

firing out of the wires like birds from a cage

our auras will swell and end all rage

rainbows revealed to penetrate our brains

no more bodily sorrow or aches or pains

stories will be told from our souls

no more power struggles or paying tolls

answers will be found at question's cost

no one will be judged for being lost

no words will be needed, only a tune

rhythms to dance to under the moons

erasing divides between colour and light

cosmic love will glow through the night

computers will burst into red flames

antennas will spin, we'll make it a game

resources will be sucked back into the earth

we'll joke about industry for what it's worth

harmony will not cease in quiet alone times

thoughts of destruction will comfort our crimes

if intimacy is at the core of creation

i will not be afraid to experience sensation

to take all i have and pour it into vibrations

i've accepted the infinite's offering of elation

to float in this spaceship of seeds and words

there is no self, just a bridge to the absurd

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

chang chang

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you're not alone when you're alone

my toes drag along the invisible routes i choose

and the hook attached at my sternum inflates my chest

like flags, my arms flail behind, they're limp and loose

and the cool breeze on my face makes this a valid test

contorted limbs and an unreadable expression

the telepathy and the melting, you're warm honey

a dance with saturn's ribbon and a fierce confession

may turn my iron heart all coiled and runny

intricacies and maps are denied without a thought

knife fights in a factory that manufactures silk

a razor to scrape the goo from my eyeballs is bought

you're in the fetal position suckling mother's milk

no bags to carry, just an empty pool to fill up

i'll sit on the street and wait for a milky way bus

no more sounds in the night of a jingling change cup

singing songs to myself out loud, some soft, some for us

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

family

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bitter

i said thank you for the ticket and the ride

and you threw it in my face

i tried to open your mind up, real wide

and you stared into space

i gave you my time and conversation

you gave me rolled eyes

i struggled with lust and temptation

your remedies were lies

you were happier without me around

then whined when i left

for not giving my plans any sound

you accuse me of theft

you want a medal for raising a child

you tried to turn into a trophy

but there are no rewards in the wild

only bug bites and a road fee

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

wires, ice and prison's price

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hanging on a kite tail

talking to statues

you should do what you want

do what you want

do what you want

sometimes when you talk

your words are like velvet

i'm crawlin' on

scratchin' my back on velvet

and all the warnings and all the cures

could never be enough

to stop me

at all

and everyday, you let someone into your heart

you let a crowd control your voice

how do you ever know if you're saying what you mean?

thirty is one thousand and i've had a month alone

you're the most far away and it's all work

you've been on vacation

yeah, i'm doin' all the work

but now i find that life could be free

wouldn't have to pay for you

no more

no more

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

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say hello to hell and watch it burn

the bigger the ego, the harder the fall

the harder the fall, the less it will hurt

shock kicks in and then you sail

hail the chemical, let it squirt

your body don't like when the mind is ill

psychosomatic, it's only you

don't blame it on the devil's will

control the spirit and undo

welcome terror with open arms

and see how it subsides

it's confused, there's no alarms

only a sucker hides

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

playful hurting and bigtime lies

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hide and seek for adults

where to find love

it's not up, it's not down

not below or above

the sky or the ground

it's not in the kitchen

it's not in the tub

maybe it's switchin'

from bush to shrub

i checked the drawers

and in the backyard

between the floors

and under my guard

it's not in the woods

it's not in the fields

it's not in the goods

my hope still yeilds

i sniffed the grass

still! no luck

i smelt your ass

and jesus, fuck!

it sure wasn't there

here is some soap

to give up is fair

but don't you mope

maybe you'll find

in due time

another mind

you can mime

and if you don't

you'll be screwed

i probably won't

so swing my mood

in the park, on the slide

i drink spirits while i glide

try to see it for a ride

i tried my pride, then i lied

looked up at a star

and i figured out

i'm stuck in jar

so i can't sprout

i smash myself on a post

ouch, i say, as i boast

no one sees 'cause i'm a ghost

a narrator and a host

so i'll tell my stories

i suppose it's best

without the glories

and off my chest

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

third eye lullabies

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fight or flight

my body is a trap held up by spun wool

it itches and scratches and feels too full

i turn and breathe, foresight hurts

stability comes but only in spurts

the blood behind my skin whirls like a storm

drops to my toes and turns very warm

then, like death, it turns straight to ice

my pores raining, my hands like dice

the two hemispheres of my brain collide

one of them laughed while the other cried

i peel my face off of the bathroom floor

it's gone, but now, it's back for more

my face turned grey like a sky in fall

my head pulsates and i begin to crawl

there's a circus here, my heart the main act

elephants tortured, the bleachers packed

they pull my veins like wires from their place

they sew them to a dress all made of lace

my organs switch spots and my eyes roll back

i called out for help to the king, queen and jack

my frame swollen up now flattens to the ground

it's a joke to them, it seems, i have found

so i unravel my spirit up from my depths

collect all they've tortured and take two steps

my veins, they can have, my organs too

they'll squeeze my breasts until they're blue

perception is a tent that shakes and unzips

i stepped out the back and threw them my lips

skulls are protection from running into walls

i dropped mine beside my childhood dolls

my spirit emerged from the scorn and the piss

spinning and dreaming, i have found my bliss

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

inspired by my panic attacks

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic_attack

insomnia and jolts of energy

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

the quiet knight who couldn't sleep

for leah

zebra's blacks and zebra's whites

either way, they're lonely stripes

awareness undermines the feeling

that is vain and vain is stealing

crickets cuddle up to me

beside my bed in circuitry

reading books to get lost

my heart is turning into frost

dogs who have cysts removed

points taken and points proved

everything hush in conversation

silence can be degradation

puddles cozying into the sea

a crisp autumn gown inside of me

a few pounds to shed and surely, yes

maybe i could wear that dress

to be seen and to be desired

like all little ladies who get hired

a useless job, still room to think

a quiet life, red wine to drink

a quilt distracts while it warms

i'm misinformed of social norms

get to, got to, get out soon

my oh my, i married the moon

black is dark and dark can't reach

white behind a fenceless beach

patterns are prisons to be cherished

zebra, darling, don't be embarrassed

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

face plants and all the latest fashions

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transit funeral

lest we lack reasons to look i swear i took a moment, brief and tall? me? no, Sir. if it were, you might have something to worry about. blue seats crushed all over doubt when I look at you, in my head, from an empty bed and insanity wished it made sense hence, the struggle. are you so troubled to understand and overhand and deem doom due command? alone, I force my body up smooth, vertical walls expecting no signs of breathlessness. suspecting no lines of helplessness-- grains stacked like mountains pushed up by credit cards not just snow-capped but low and chapped lips roll licked down canteens full of confidence. and daydreams spilling ambience to real situations with real people, with real lives. to hesitation with steal steeples and heel dives. all this and how it matters, shatters, batters the ladders I walk under rolling thunder sucking colour out of my words trends coming saying anti-anything is absurd. if it’s backwards, track birds and lay an egg but stay it needs warmth it heeds faith no back talk no reflection no critique no objection sanity sees solid souls and all I see are holes, holes, holes. can’t talk about things nowadays too old fashioned to tear away too much of this to sum up that can’t say it all, so that is that. try to start grant us health and watch us part wealth holds the finest art but broke we’ll be ‘til death lights dark you’ll howl, hark, scream skin on skin behind towels, sharks dream and chemicals react so I conform but smell the past it’s warm, warm, warm. we’re on a track and trains come and trains go slow I know, I know, I know.

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

manic romantic

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

Manic Romantic

i only come out at night

haunting your dark hallway

for the Bloodlust and the Fight

for the Violent Ballet

solace in pain from childhood

Mother Sadism gave me my name

we fake rapes like the Wild would

Father Leader, it's only a game

I told him to tie me and pull my hair

to choke me with the hatred of the Higher Love

he fills my void and adores that it's there

now shadows are looming from the graves above

it only feels right when I know that it's wrong

repentence is a degenerate's job

I know what I know and I know it lasts long

I love my burn scars from the firey mob

Pleasure, honest bliss needs no silk from a rose

Aggression's cure puts my thorns to use

my submission screams truths that no one knows

I am Freedom, but Nothing without Abuse.

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

emotional blue balls and oopsy daisies

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

passion's catch meets true love's match

love drawn in too harshly always leads to quick endings

it is worth more than a long relationship of frustration

what are you getting back from the time you are spending?

standing alone in front of a dark and windy bus station

and so careful, i am, to catch all the raindrops falling

so fast to clean up all the broken pieces sleeping on the ground

when this catch won't hold me back from all of my stalling

and passion's match is standing alone, just in a different town

fierceness and directness shying away in the bright lights

a proper place to live in some stranger's shoulder

for all that can't say it straight and who can't reach these heights

i will just go somewhere warmer and you can get colder

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012