Carly Larkin Poet Prose Poetry

I Break Everything I Touch

I break everything I touch;
At first seemingly simple-
But soon too much,
For my games are so nimble.

My feelings out of reach-
always too far to touch.
And not made known through speech;
I am an observer-
I keep my distance;
I am not a conformer-
And at times lack resistance.

I speak my words carefully,
I am a reformer-
And I shall go about it tastefully,
Though always be straightforward.

If you paid slight attention,
You'd notice need for a contravention;
Morality has gone astray-
Long Lost in comprehension;
I hold true to mine today.

Why when we speak do we do so 
condescendingly-
Instead of understandingly?
It's honestly trifling.

Although to late for prevention-
If nothing else, help ease the tension;
Perhaps we could find ourselves some 
redemption.
For not only what we speak-
But also what we fail to mention.

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Jiril Clemons February 1, 2014 at 7:09 PM Wow, great expression in this deep piece, Carly. A sense of being human, and not perfect is beautifully expressed in your words, a trait I can totally understand. Amazing choice of metaphors, and imagery. Enjoyable overall. Check out some of my poems, might find some you like. Peace. Carly Larkin February 1, 2014 at 7:13 PM Thank you so much for your kind words of support, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Dominique Johnson January 21, 2014 at 10:53 PM "Perhaps we could find ourselves some redemption. For not only what we speak- But also what we fail to mention." great ending on the poem, can tell that one came from the soul

Jiril Clemons January 14, 2014 at 6:07 PM Wow, great poem, Carly. Deeply expressed honesty in this piece. Amazing choice of words, enjoyable overall. Check out some of mine, might find some you like.

Robert Johnson January 12, 2014 at 4:18 PM Somewhere inside our minds lives doubt. We try so hard to figure it out. But when the new days sun comes up. We feel just like a brand new pup. Clumsily we walk around, not realizing we're in the pound, Awaiting hero's to make our day. And rescue us from our dismay. Nice to meet you Carly. Thanks for stopping by. Did you enjoy the little story on the end of my poem? Peace. :) Carly Larkin January 12, 2014 at 7:13 PM Nice to meet you too lol and yes very much so, I like your go with the flow attitude, and extend to you my gratitude.