Bring it all out into the open
This terrifying world of
words left unspoken
In the morning be sure to bring
drop your dime
and listen to me as I speak
Ten worlds apart this
heart brought forth with electric spark
left out to grow and mold and to get
quickly old to bring a play in all the
words I might say
There's no play with this, the one that I know I'll
find within the confines of beaten atrocities
Kick the soul from the corpse and beat the dead
Horse to drive it down deeper
and so much farther into this cracked
to lie to rest the very goddamn best
You thought you could do for me
I bring it here to spread it out and face your fears and
your burned and ashen tears that aren't really there
If someone does not change the station I am going to cut him.
On the fucking air.
- Carrie Clevenger
I like how this builds up to the end. Someday, I swear I will attempt to write a passable poem. Just one. And it has to tell a story. Until then I'll continue reading yours.
I hear music again. Whenever you post poetry, I sense songs lurking around wishing you'd make them real.
I agree with Pamela. This could so easily be a song.
cut that f*cking line, and make the show yuo're own. And thts exactly wht yuo did with ths poem. It feels as if yuo are resurecting yourself thruogh these words. I know tht's a weird thing to say.. raelly enjoyed this.
It starts with a whisper but it makes a big sound.
Love it Carrie! It builds and then explodes for me.
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