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Carly Bradshaw Poem
What are you thinking about?
I've never had this much trouble
Reading--
You never let me in
And it makes me think
You're sick of me--
That you don't want me around--
The sound
Of another person--
A different guy
Telling me he loves me--
That he wants to be mine
It's so different and new
It almost has no meaning
I say "I love you too"
But do I really?
I never gave myself time to heal--
Time to recover
I like to think of myself
As a fighter--
As someone who is strong
But the truth is
I take the easy way out
If given the opportunity
I don't know what I want in life--
Or what my calling is
All I know is that you take away
My loneliness
And keep my mind occupied
I'm so afraid you'll leave me
Like I left him
So unexpected
So sudden
I just want this to pass
I want this year to be finished
So I can start over again
With someone--
And something new
I want to feel loved
I want to feel needed
I want to feel closer to you
I miss you
Copyright © Carly Bradshaw | Year Posted 2011
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Carly Bradshaw Poem
He sits at a booth and orders for everyone:
"Eliza will have a strawberry lemonade
and a salad, no dressing;
Hubert will take an ice-cold beer
to wash down his steak;
my grandmother, here, will have the chicken
and green beans;
and I suppose I'd like the duck."
The waitress responds to his requests:
"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I’m terribly confused.
I see no Eliza to serve a lemon or salad;
and Hubert’s not here to prove he’s of age.
Your grandmother, dear, I’m afraid isn’t here;
and we don’t have duck here to put on your plate.
I'm sorry to say, mister,
but you are alone.
No one is here with you tonight."
He stares up at her, baffled—
two tangled prisms absorbing dim light
"Miss, I insist, please bring me the food.
My friends and I have grown weary
from battle and war and we need to dress our wounds.
Miss, can’t you see that we’re brutally beaten?"
"Sir, I’m sorry to say that you are not damaged
or beaten in any kind of way. Your clothing is bright
and your hair is all combed.
You are still very much alone."
He stands up straight and sighs,
"a man is born alone and so, alone is how he dies."
Copyright © Carly Bradshaw | Year Posted 2012
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Carly Bradshaw Poem
I say goodbye a lot—not in an “I’ll see you later” or “until next time” sort of way—but in a “goodbye for good” and “never speak to you again” sort of way. I’ve always been all right with it, accepted it, and embraced it, even. You know, people come and go; they serve their purpose and even though sometimes it’s worth it, they go away. I’m guilty of it myself. Just leave. Get out. Go. Don’t stay. I’ve said goodbye so many times to so many people in so many ways, but you posed a problem that my brain, mind, soul, body can’t escape. I just want to be back inside your arms, your bed, your life, your heart, you. Instead, I ran off, 9 thousand miles away to wake up as you go to bed, to play in a giant sandbox. I do not want to stay here; June cannot come quickly enough. March, April, May—three more months of this living in your tomorrow, you in my yesterday. I miss you. I fear you. I long for you with intensity as deep, as overwhelming, as powerful and dominating as the sky’s infinity. I love you. I want you. I yearn for you in every single way; the tears I’ve bled for you are insurmountable. I wish for Home; I wish for the West. Even greater than my desperation for friends, family, familiar faces, familiar places, is my ache to have you near; if wishes were horses, and if horses had wings, I’d have one to take me there.
Copyright © Carly Bradshaw | Year Posted 2012
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Carly Bradshaw Poem
I want someone who will watch the sun rise with me
Someone who won’t mind my tired eyes
They’re always that way—
Barely open and shut so wide
I want someone to understand why I’m sad
Someone who gets why I’m happy too
I’m always in between—
Hardly here with you
I want someone who is able to read my mind
Someone who never makes me speak
I never want to talk—
I just want to think
I want someone who tries harder than I
Someone who won’t step on my pride
I always get hurt—
Always put my feelings aside
I want someone who can take a punch
Someone who isn’t afraid of pain
I need a man—
One who doesn’t mind when I’m insane
I want someone who will love me no matter what
Someone who doesn’t ever stray—
A man who doesn’t call me names
I want someone who will catch my tears
Someone who will kiss my wet cheeks
I cry so easily—
Sometimes I am so weak
Copyright © Carly Bradshaw | Year Posted 2011
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Carly Bradshaw Poem
I'm really just a typical girl
With a tentative plan for life
And a longing for love
And an undying curiosity
I just want this to be perfect
Please, just no snags this time
No runs in my hose
Or scuffs on my heels
Just crisp, clean lines
That never wrinkle
Copyright © Carly Bradshaw | Year Posted 2012
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Carly Bradshaw Poem
You are the pound of a drum, percussion inside of my head.
You are my cold, hardened pillow made of bricks; you are red.
You ruin me and I hate you. You are my cracking skull--
a build-up of bursting pressure. You are my gray, blurry
vision--you are my blindness. You are my undying nausea; you
make me so terribly sick.
Copyright © Carly Bradshaw | Year Posted 2012
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