charlieka

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  • charlieka 1h

    I'm not prone to crazy but maybe it now defines the way I feel when I think about you
    (Basically all the time)
    You probably think I'm nuts
    A crazy lunatic
    I'm just writing poetry
    Feeling awfully lonely
    Wishing to be the love songs
    You are humming
    All the while knowing
    you don't really want me
    I've got to let it go
    But I can't loose this death grip
    on my last thought
    Of each and every night
    (You)
    My first breath of the faded morning
    Also you


    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 2h

    I'll be honest
    it's been you
    for so long
    I don't know
    how to go on
    would you meet me for a drive or a walk through
    I can't negotiate
    this heart map
    without the GPS of you.

    Was I really that far off?
    (you can tell me the truth)

    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 18h

    Love Listed

    caterwauling the chain links curling fingers plucking fence songs walking smack dab into surprise attack from cupids errant arrow never a tiny moment to ponder I should of listed one way or the other to avoid the stabbing connect all along
    like a cardiologist performing amputation the subject of scrutiny cut to the point and left the sobbing blade weeping into my vital organ
    I thought that love would last forever but I was wrong
    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 18h

    Sorry Friend

    You remind me of the way I want to be and I digress when I'm stunned by thoughts of a stolen kiss and then I steer myself back to the bright point of stark reality that cuts my eyesight into prisms like the dragonfly I can now see from every angle my infatuation you grown so very weary of me beg of you to accept my apology in poetry there remains of a hope that this garden still grows and blooms with flowers friendly
    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 1d

    I always hated on Tuesdays
    feeling fazed
    dazed like
    days ahead are dim with the
    lights of the neon galaxies
    Brighten my sky?
    he asked
    shy
    head low
    under eyes that laughed grinned
    that kiss of pop rock spark snapped his head back
    drones circled over blinking tunes
    you had me under the pines
    talking stars and
    starting fires
    all night long
    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 1d

    Free Me From Frost

    the hand of an October frost touched this heart longing for the blue sky gaze of summer
    what can I do
    to keep the cold at bay
    stand with hands outstretched before the Autumn like a bonfire
    settle in before the Winter and take in the snapping sparks of a flame or
    should I just give in and
    like the waning seasons
    fade with the morning dew
    looking out the windows
    all the days
    all the nights
    still cold
    still
    without you
    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 1d

    The rain is falling
    Your smile is a lie
    The breathe in my chest is ragged as you turn away
    I'm caught in the storm jumping in puddles alone

    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 2d

    Queen of Sheep

    she is one of the ugly ones
    spiritually bound for hades
    her outside matches her innards
    with a mouth twisted in grimace to reveal a crooked truth
    tonguing crusty lips within a blackened visage
    she thinks she is beautiful
    her followers are many
    they regurgitate the gorge she piles upon their plates
    they picnic on the bones of those that disagree and pretend that they are free

    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 2d

    Amateur

    They washed their hands of me
    I was an unlearned ignoramus
    Yet still I feel compelled to try
    I hope there is someone on the inside
    Who knows more than me
    And slides the pen into my hand and says
    Write write write


    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 2d

    Sepia

    what of those dreams captured in sepia
    photographs cartwheel from pushpins unpinned on the wall and they fall they fall to the floor like leaves from pages of memories they bring the scent of an autumn so long ago the taste of a first kiss the dance floor beneath heeled feet smiles of adoration the burning fire of new love a last kiss and the taste of sweet goodbyes pinned into the sepia snapshots of our lives

    ©charlieka