Hailey A Carlson: Favorites

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Jaz

Perhaps I'm just mad,
Not at you, but rather
Myself.

Wondering why I stopped searching
Even though I knew you were like
A lost star in the galaxy,
Waiting to be found:
Glowing, glowing,
But slowly dying.

I searched, I did.
But I'm not as gifted in astronomy as you are.
I'm always a tad bit too late and

The stars are already dead.

Forgive me for the only language I ever speak in is
My tears.
The warm streams of
Half anger, half sadness,
Half anxiety — Oh goodness,
I've lost count.

I don't know.
I'm just lost again.
But this time they aren't here to help me.

And I'm really
Still

Alone.

Stop. Stop. There you go again.
Doing stupid little things that help nobody.
Especially not her.

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Miss May

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

M Epperly

Miss May

You attempt to comfort me
Yet my discomfort is being without you
I torture myself with the past
Reliving my mistakes
Backtracking paths of broken glass
Barefoot and bleeding regret
Striving to forget the past
Be in the now
HOPING for a future together
For I do not deserve another chance
Yet I wish for nothing more
I lay my head to sleep & wish you were beside me
Accompanied by emptiness
Fall asleep and dream of you
Dreams,
Where I feel whole again
Where this hole in my heart is filled
Only to wake up to the unholy truth
I am without you

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

tortoise shell

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

mark john junor

tortoise shell

her smile
and tortoise shell glasses
her picture perfect
delicious curves scented by parisian roses
she steps neatly into the bustling room
and with just a hint of a smile
she stops the room cold in it tracks
as all heads turn
and i must stop and smile to myself
even the other girls desire to be in her arms
even they dream for a moment
of dancing in bed tonight
she leans down and places a tender kiss on my cheek
and the room slowly drifts back to its own dreams
she a tender perfection worshipful and giving joys
she sits with me and
her tight jeans are soft and warm under my hand
and i find myself fascinated by
how she fills up my senses in a moment
i make love to her essence on the air
and passionately tenderly kiss her presence so near
to me that it sets me afire
she takes me
as i take her

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Ernest Dowson

Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
    Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
    We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
    Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
    Within a dream.

[The title translates, from the Latin, as
'The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long'
and is from a work by Horace]

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Never fall in love with a poet...

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

A Thomas Hawkins

Never fall in love with a poet...

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

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Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Poets

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Dane Perczak

Poets

We went to a reading
You sat leaned back
With your arms crossed
sighing at every read line
aren't they just so pathetic
The person reading begins to cry
reading his own words
I press forward
and rest my elbows on my knees
and my chin on my hands
I can still hear you
in my peripheral audition
trashing
nodding
rubbing your eyes
with your thumb and index
with that smile
making a show
of your disappointment
You were once in his shoes
reading your own work
self-conscious and vulnerable
full of doubt
and hate
Then someone called you "good"
then another
and another
and now you're this
The breathing image of what it
means to be a Poet
and aren't you just so **** *poetic

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

For my mom.

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Kaitlyn Crippen

For my mom.

My babygirl cries
And I dry her eyes
As I see all the hurt
And the pain in her life.

My babygirl cries
As she tries to hide
All the lies she’s been told
That cause her to cry.

My babygirl cries
as I hold her tonight
To keep her from thinking
That she may as well die.

My babygirl cries
From all the times she’s tried
From all the love she has shown
And being broken many times.

My babygirl cries
In my arms as she lies.
She lies that she’s fine
And not broken inside.

My babygirl cries
For the harder I try
Nothing can keep her
From seeing my lies.

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Me.

Dec 2013 Hailey A Carlson

Jacqui

Me.

My heart feels light
and my head is clear
I can breathe.
My time is to focus on me.
Not you, not her, not us, not we, just me.
It may seem rude, or maybe selfish,
but I cannot care.

The sky seems blue
and my smile is bright.
Worry no longer plagues my heart.
Deep breaths.
In and out.
Out and in.
This is a time for me.

I must love myself with extraordinary passion before I push to love you.
My passion is extending for miles and the weight has been lifted.
I am free from all the shadows of the night
and all the aggressiveness that I would fight.

My smile is bright.
My heart is light.
The sky is blue.
My head is clear.
Solace engulfs my air.

12/13/13