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Slowly reaching out to touch the shoreline,
The ripples leave my heart to feel your face.
Craving the sweet flesh, my soul becomes blind,
Nothing else could be more clear than your grace.

Alone in the dark, I'm dreaming of you.
Feeling things that no mortal could dare fathom.
Thinking of the things I should say and do.
Wondering if I should fill this chasm;

I'm making a pit of doubt and sadness,
That I'll screw up and make you want to leave.
I'm hoping that it's just my own madness,
and that, with me, you'll always be free.

Loving you will be my great obsession,
I can see the same in your reflection.

~Carla Anderson


Overjoyed and over board,
These are things I like to hoard,
Pears and citrus, Peaches and cats,
Happy people and silly hats,
Drunken lovers and stoned high losers,
Fearless boys and crazy girls,
The men who thought,
The men who not,
And men who didn't care a lot.
They're all cool,
And in my click,
But that's okay,
We don't give a s**t!

~Carla Anderson

Broken angel falling down,
Tumble, tumble to the ground.
Porcelain doll with glassy eyes,
Watch her tumble from the skies.

One bloodstained feather, two, and three,
Come one, come all, come dance with me.
In the snowfall, soft fall of red and white,
Let's gather 'round, watch the angels light.

Go out, grow dark, slow slowy fade
From one shade of white to a darker shade
'Til all that's left are eyes that stare,
Porcelain skin and perfect hair.

Broken angel falling down,
Tumble, tumble to the ground.
Porcelain doll with your glassy eyes,
You were that angel before you lost your life.

~Joanna Nemetz


Drip, Splat, Drip, Splat.
The rain falls softly but noisely.
Falling on the faces of us,
As we try to catch them,
Laughing as we miss.

Drip, Splat, Drip, Splat.
Sitting at the window
Sleeping on the pillows
Half awake, hearing your breath,
Smiling as the rain falls
back into the black of my mind.

Drip, Splat, Drip, Splat.
Thunder bolts us awake,
Laughing at our awkwardness,
Snuggling the blankets tighter,
We fall back to sleep,
The rain falling softly.

~Carla Anderson


Open, empty space
Filled with nothing,
but a face
It fills my world.
the only thing on my mind.
All day, all night,
I see this face.
But never touch,
not anymore
At least, not for a while.
The depth of this face
will come back
Until then, I live for it,
everything else only
seems like existence.
I'm only here for others,
When I only want to be here
for her
My heart is missing, I,
gave it away.
each breath reminds
me of the empty space
each breath reminds
me of her sweet fragrance.
How I wish to hold her,
embrace the warmth,
and fill the hole,
where my heart was.
Until she comes back,
there's dead weight in
my chest
life without her,
seems only...
half there.
Half to dream,
Half to hope.
Everything else passes so fast,
it blurs.

~Carla Anderson