then we are together

wine

do you know why adults tilt their heads slightly,

widen their eyes and sigh at young creatures?

they're sorry for the madness they know they'll endure

and they feel they need to be very important teachers

they forget how fun it is to fuck-up and enjoy

and not care about the effects or the aftermath

they forget how good it feels to get dirty

without worrying about cuts stinging in the bath

and the heart is a muscle that lifts invisible weights

it doesn't need to be a certain size or shape

it is priceless and if you decide to smush it

that will only make it precious, like a fine grape

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

"when you make love to a woman you get revenge for all the things you failed at in life" - Unknown

dying in the northern wilderness

he was a wounded

deer

enveloped by and

burrowing in

the soft, sparkling

snow

falling tenderly around him

it was quiet beyond the northern wind's howl

his skin was as pale as

pearl

and his lips were like

cherries

i couldn't help but

watch him suffer

he was ice

i was aurora borealis

we only stare

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

"it's hard to fly with the eagles when you're surrounded by turkeys" -Unknown

she's so jealous

the old-me sits on my lap

dead and cut up

in the driver's seat

of an eighteen wheeler transport truck

going one hundred and eighty kilometers an hour

down a very steep hill

i can't see that well

she flops side to side

i want to throw her out the window

but that's not a proper burial and

i'm not willing to give my heart to someone

who doesn't know what to do with it

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

"happiness must be free to fly away" -Unknown

the tiger moth

be it not the jungle's will for the noble tiger's claws to kill?

what if you want to sail the sea when you're meant to live up a hill?

tight muscles covered by a rug lure me closer to the ditch mom dug

and yes, i know i should care but i find myself stuck in a shrug.

is this great oak not just a fickle joke,

like the truck that broke in a desert of smoke?

when i packed her lessons deep in it's trunk

and slashed the tires with a branch and a skunk?

how disarming is triumph supposed to be?

is it powerful enough to turn me into that tree?

will her lessons evaporate and push the damn truck

if i run away yelling, "i don't give a fuck"?

if your own blood can't see you or pushes you away

is it better to bleed it than fix it and stay?

when you know that you're wild and longing to roar

is it wrong to grow wings and live near a shore?

it is fascination that keeps me somber and still

and will that cleanses and aids me when ill,

and yet,

the things that are meant to keep me strong and dry

turn me into a striped moth singing a lullaby.

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012

she ceased and rolled her shady clouds into the secret place

where are you?

a gain came quick and quick came loss

i am stuck, deep, under a heavy, thick moss

i gave hope the cold shoulder and a sharp toss

spit on it's offering and nailed it to a cross

what's not here is much too loud

too cold, too sharp, too bright and proud

you once shone through the pasty crowd

but now you're just an elusive cloud

i have an infinite, aimless clue

always pushing me to do what i ought to do

it stirred me into a tasteless stew

numb are my nerves as you swallow and chew

in my body wanders a haggard troll

his footsteps echo and lose control

he clings onto my organs and soul

but what can i do? i can't pay the toll

this small town has hands and arms

the kind that pop out of bushes with charms

they cut through my skull and unscrew

the screws that help me get by and through

i want to give all my goods to you

but the blues sprayed me with hot glue

so just let me stare at the clock

and please, sir, don't forget to knock

© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012