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Karliah May 2018
I've been a child
As long as I can remember
Soft, young and mild

At least I feel to be
In the moments of peace
When no one calls my name

When the sun warms my face
And the birds sing of summer
Swallows dance and chase

Filled with white hope
Pure and untainted
My world magic
Karliah May 2018
Those eyes invited me in
Saw through my skin
Peered deep into my soul
Beauty he saw within

I looked back
Into the icy waters
Deep wanting caverns
Calling out to me

I dove deep into them
Intoxicated and thrilled
I lived off the drug
Only he could fill

Hands grabbed and caressed
Pulled me in close
Lips quietly blessed
Pulling a moment to breathe

I stayed in those pools
He watched me sink
I called for his help
He left to think

I suffocated painfully
Others told me so
I miss the eyes
That filled my soul
Karliah May 2018
My palms and fingers
My heels and toes
Soft and intricate they flow

Like tiny streams across the skins surface
Straight curved and twirled
I follow their patterns to the sea
And seek out their ends
Only to find I'm back to where I began

Maybe these waters hold memories
My ancestors paths across the desert
Journeys taken long ago
Still I wander at the notion
Why so tedious the hands and feet

Who made them so special
What makes them unique
Reminiscing of winters and summers like trees
Each finger different like the years

For now I just wonder
And trace the lines
And linger on the thoughts
These are mine
Karliah May 2018
i was the roses he stopped to smell
red with potential
pure and young
his fingers caressed their ****** petals

i was the ocean he walked along
feeling the cool surf
i washed away his footsteps
beautiful and blue he said

i was his princess
regal and soft
i slept in his arms
dreaming of him

i was his morning
beginning his day
sweet brown coffee
only for him

his love for roses wilted
blue turned grey
my crown taken
sweetness lost

abandoned me

now im someone else's garden
and my beaches treasured
no-longer a princess but queen
mornings lovely and sweet
Karliah May 2018
It's hard to look at the lion beneath our feet
For I still look back to the trek through the river
When I shared a grin with a friend
Times when your arms brought peace
And I was accepted for me

Then fall became winter
And you fell cold
You became a frozen landscape
Unwilling to let me breathe
I stood outside your cabin
My feet deep in snow
Waiting to be invited back in

I waited as winter became spring
And the ice melt from my feet
You came back to me
But I remained frostbitten

From then on I never left the cabin
I was scared to be left out again
You saw the damages but ignored them
Pretended and didn't apologize

I asked you to never leave me again
You promised my heart
I believed

Then one cool spring night
I woke alone
Our cabin full of memories
I peered across the thawing lake
To a cabin on the other shore

I saw you there
With someone undamaged
Our cabin grew dark and lifeless as I left
My heart bled red out into the frost

Today I look from my own cabin
Beautiful and mine
The memories I keep
But the pain is slow to die

And to this day I question why
But remember you wouldn't care enough to answer
Karliah May 2018
If I could crawl
I would do so among the great mammals of the sea
If I were to swim
I would enjoy the wet and godly heavens above me
Should I sleep
I would dream of paradise where no ill take me
When I walk
I wish it were without shame
Karliah May 2018
It was deep into the heart of the earth,
Down the spiral staircase of dreams,
Far from the comfort of the suns and moons,
Men from a future long past,
Memories held through oil and gas,

Breath held as the white demons crept,
Evil and blind they never slept,
Still smell their hatred for the light,
It swept the soil and out into the endless night,
Their origins distort through the assortment of poison,
Killing their humanity it festered through centuries,

Lengthy descents down darkened and deathly hallways,
Missing and empty of those who filled the corridors with life,
The greatest disappearance not know to man,
Their history lingers in cold metal and gears,
Steam pours from their ruins like ghostly fears,

Chambers filled with knowledge beyond all who enter,
Teachings that destroy those who seek to learn,
Secrets seep from stone cut walls,
Enticing those who wish to play with death,
Driving the weak minded to wish they were,

It takes a lifetime to return to the moons,
The nightmares whisper long after,
The future lost in the past,
Finds life in legends living above,
Deep within the heart of the earth.
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