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A Day To Remember
AFI
All Time Low
Anarbor
Angels & Airwaves
Bayside
Blink 182
Breathe Carolina
Bring Me The Horizon
Brokencyde
The Cab
Circa Survive
Chiodos
Cobra Starship
Cute Is What We Aim For
Dang We're On Fire
Danger Radio
The Devil Wears Prada
Escape The Fate
Every Avenue
Fall Out Boy
Flyleaf
Forever The Sickest Kids
Framing Hanley
Gym Class Heroes
Hawthorne Heights
Hey Monday
I Am Ghost
The Maine
Mayday Parade
My Chemical Romance
Never Shout Never
Panic At The Disco
PlayRadioPlay
Red Car Wire
A Rocket To The Moon
Say Anything
Select Start
School Boy Humor
Silverstein
This Providence
There For Tomorrow
Underoath
The Used
Versaemerge
We The Kings
Weezer
You, Me, And Everyone We Know

Genius Only Comes In Storms Of Fabled Foreign Tongue

I won't ever forget the words that made me weak
I can still feel your lips against my skin
Mumbling through recycled phrases
And I keep hearing things
You regret saying.
Because, today it feels like forever
And yet it feels like just yesterday.
And if you're wondering,
I love you too.

Dear William Beckett

A/n: mindless rant. Enjoy.


Actually I was having a nice day, sick, tried, and fighting with a stupid boy, but I was having a long lazy day, that I was quite enjoying. Now I find out that Billbeckett, the William Beckett, recorded and wrote a song with Demi Lovato. I knew I cared this much, and im fucking pissed.

She started as a fucking stupid fan, much like all of us. She got him a j-14 vid, and sweetly enough he replied. (Though, I wrote a blog solely dedicated to him, which he had the link to, reply to his every little tweet, and blog post. I go to any concert within driving distance to this place, have every tai album, twice, and buy merch up the ass. Oh, I also make I love billbeckett posters which accompany me to these cocnerts so maybe he'd say hello to me, and all I've gotten is a fucking smile. Thanks for a smile Beckett).

Anyways, then he starts talking to her over twitter. You're a bitch you know, you replied once to me, ONCE, and it had nothing to do with what I said, it was about A & fucking K. Guess, what, when you replied, I threw up and hyperventilated. You don't reply to your fans over twiter, you don't even make an attempt, asshole.

So enough that he talks to her (and doesn't talk to ANY fan beside her over twitter) but now he makes music with her, and practically expects us to like her.

Fuck you William Beckett.
You suck at being an artist, all you are is a performer.
You really have disappointed me, like I didn't think possible.
Fuck you. Im crying.
I didn't cry when my parent broke up asshole.

Thanks for giving three fuck.

I get that she's famous, I get that its good publicity, and I get you're nice. This ahs gone too far though, and im going to punching the next eight year old who listens to TAI cause they got it from that fake.

Thanks William, really.

Dear William Beckett

I love PaigeandHagen

Not really, I love the Paige part of Paigeandhagen cause I don't talk to Hagen all that much.

:)

That's all I wanted to say.

Good night young, old, talented, talentless. Ill see you when the sun draws the skies once again.

Moving On Is Easiest When Im Around You

The sky pours out of my bedroom window
And every star pinpoints another way to you
I wake up on summer nights to watch hope dwindle
Watch as my every thought of you strengthens
And I swallow a breath to hold it all together
To see that there is nothing left in me
Because every second without you is forever


Something I wrote for you, and only you. And though you're are probably asleep (or worse) my thoughts are wrapped around your name. Its cute isn't it? My pathetic attempts at attention.

Everything I've ever written, was written for you.

Love Instead

My life could revolve around
Eyes of hazel
I could find within a single
Forever.
My weakest trait
Is my strongest point
My thoughts of you.
I lay awake
Imagining your breath
Memorizing your scent
Yet, you make me weak
Because I could never
Have a photocopy of
Perfection.

I Can Feel Us Slip Away

Moonlit touches burning the skin
Of down lit kids.
Awkward steps of a prolonged tango
That stumbles over words
Metaphorical phrases, of meaningless taste
Nothing is existent.
Breaths crawling through skin
Innocence evaporating
In the heat of another summer night.
Lust overruns any sense of survival
Any desire of escape
I can live in your arms
Forever.

xo
This shouldn't feel nearly as rigth, as it does.

No Regrets

For once, this isn't inspiration, these aren't my thoughts, or ideas, they feel foreigned and borrowed though I watch my fingers type these words. It will not be in collected stanzas, it'll be a poorly organized rant. That, is what I do, I rant.

I hate having free time, so I clutter my life with sweet nothings, and useless obsessions. They serve their purpose taking up most of my time, and busying my life with absolutely nothinhg. When my life finds a gap, I can only do one single thing, think. Its not vague, shallow thoughts, casualities of hormone filled adolescents, but decisions, considerations. I think in metaphors, I challenge the existence of things, to see if any of it truly matters. Thinking for me is a dangerous hobby. One thing I do often is look back, contemplate on my past, and linger on forever. It makes me see that I've done things wrong, that things could've been done so much differently, and at the end of the day I am one flawed, and fucked up kid.

Times like these I realize that I live tied to many regrets.


the way we live, the way we die, what a tragedy, im so terrified. daydreamers, please wake up, we cant sleep no more
-andrew hurley :D

Im Not One For Love Songs

I held forever in hand
I saw the stars in your eyes
And on your lips I tasted
Summer and winter
Life and death
Loss and recognition
Anything that had ever meant a thing
It was all compacted into
One perfect being
One single human
To you this was a child's game
In your eyes I was a rookie.
In mine, you found perfection.
I miss exactitude.


****

Listen to the song A Quick Little Fight by Armor For Sleep

Its one of my favorite songs right now, its beautiful. AFS is amazing. Really. Love them.

Thanks to anyone who is following, commenting, and reading. You guys are amazing :D

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I feel like talking to someone, so I will. Lately I've felt out of place, and im not sure why. Everything that was missing, I've gotten back, but it still all feels wrong. I only find my own little corner when I write, or when im drowning myself in music. I don't know what's up.

Im venting now. Thanks.

Disconect The Dots

I knoen I haven't been around often, and im sorry for that.

*******

Im not a hopeless romantic, and neither are you.
We are simply hopeless.
The night skies blend with the moon to count the lies we've told.
Numbers much too high for even our well developed ears.
I want to know if this is your tomorrow.
Because this isn't forever.
Everything has an expiration date
Including you, and I
Then again, for you forever always meant today

A Vampires Lament

Our lives are dreams which have intertwined
A remembrance of a past which never was real
I loved you more than you would ever know
And all you craved for was the ability to feel
Lustful thoughts induced by the moonlight streets
Hand in hand through porous neon city limits
Our lives were only two tangled lies
Who found themselves in the mouths of critics
We wasted our days in search of darkness
Every breath hot, against frozen skin
We wanted to know how to live, at least a moment
And we found love, in a mess of sin.

P.s. If you haven't noticed, usually the titles have nothing to do with what is written.

Congratulations, I Hate You.

Its a song by Alesana
Called 'Congratulations I Hate You'
There's a lot of screaming in it, but I love the message.
Which is something like 'you bitch, you stole my life, you broke up with me, and you tell me you want me to be happy. Ha. Ha. Fuck you'

I really like it.

Here are the lyrics

No one ever said that life was fair
And Im not saying that it should be
So knowing that you are what you want to be and I'm not comes as no surprise
But don't expect me to be happy for you
And don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too
I don't want your pity
I hate your pity
Taste your vanity, its sweet bitterness
As you hide behind your veil
(My) I watched (stolen) you steal (hopes and lost dreams) my thoughts
You took (and had to see you smile) them all
As you build your dreams
On my shattered hopes
I'll look back on
A day once loved
And fantasize for tragedy
Swallow your pride
Beg me to make this easier
And listen to my hopeless cries
Suffer alone in emptiness
I lust to see(you swallowed by) the mess thta you(left in your wake)
Disgust lies
Deep within, your empty gaze
Beg me to make this easier
And listen as my hopeless cries
Send stares (send stares) into (into) your mea- (your mea-) ningless (eyes)
My
Even can't describe how I loathe you
For having all the stars
Leaving my eyes to marvel the sky
Knowing it should be mine
Yet its you I see wasting the dream
That only I deserve
Ill tear you face off to see you smile
As you build your dreams
On my shattered hopes
I'll look back on
A day once loved
And fantasize for tragedy
Swallow your pride
Beg me to make this easier
And listen as my hopeless cries
Send stares (send stares) into (into) your mea- (your mea-) ningless
Lies
-Congratulations I Hate You by Alesana

Its Classy, Not Classic

I've seen the truth behind your eyes
Like light and a glimpse of freedom
But your lips weave words into lies
And rip apart all meaning of importance.
I walk to the edge of this window sill
And sit here in silence, away from rationality
And we all know you're dressed to kill
And we all know im your next victim
But I won't try to save myself because I want this
And even for only a moment, I would like to feel
I want to know the touch, the taste, the kiss
Of what its like to cheat your death.

Truth Be Told I Miss You, Truth Be Told Im Lying

The moment you closed the door on your life, and said that you no longer needed me, I realized that no, I never needed you.

Still every moment that I feel a breath, crawling through my skin, I can almost close my eyes, and see you, a perfect smile, so dangerously close.

We were both children, filled with desire, and empty lustful thoughts.

I wanted to know every contour of your lips, you wondered if innocence was only a shallow believer.

We felt no need to for the other, but were both thirsty for the taste of noises and kisses.

I never needed you, but most definitely wanted.

<3


Don't linger on in the past, don't pressure the future, live in the moment
-Carolyn Nicole

Cool Enough To Not Quite See It

“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish- a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found out a way to live out there where the real winds blow- to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested…”

-RyanRoss http://weresoblogging.com

Our lives become what we make them, in the end we all die, and though our views may differ, this is the life we are living. We can cut back on societies overrated restrictions, and take a breath of fresh air. All we've ever wanted to do, is feel, even fear, even love, even hate, we want to know what it is like to live. We become addicted to the adrenaline shooting through our veins, but does it even matter, that all we do is wrong, and that words only exist to judge, and to kill, when the moment you are found six feet under, no one will remember a thing you ever did.

So Young And Desperate For Attention.

The world dances on your fingertips
Filled with poise and grace
You're a fallen angel
Fighting to escape the order
And the cleanliness of this world.
But you won't ever escape
Because no one ever does
At the end of the day
You're all they've ever wanted
All I've ever resented
And everything that ever made any sense.
But im only a child
Being held together by
Duct taped dreams.
And you're my fallen angel
Who only knows how to break
How to kill, and destroy
But in my eyes, you remain
Oh, so, perfect.

Im Lying To Myself, This Dagger Is An Excuse

If we would've known life was to play us such cruel hands of cards, if we had once known that things would crash and burn so quickly, would you have taken it all back, only to hold yourself together, and to avoid the most inevitable of feelings? Because I wouldn't regret a thing, I still love you even times like today.

The Weather Today Is Slightly Sarcastic

Who cares how the world remembers you? How will you remember yourself?
-Pete Wentz

A memory is simple to blur, easy to confuse, and simple to forget. To most a memory is either a tragedy or a blessing, but where is the value? A memory is usually also relative, something that changes from person to person, and remains usually only in ones mind.

I dont care about how i will be remembered because it honestly doesnt matter, now how id like to remember myself, thats harder to answer, because ive never honestly known who i am.

maybe that will answer your qestions.

Come In With Your Arms Raise

Life is ran by brand names and designer bags
and i just wish to offer something more.
i want to know more than a shallow reflection
of a stranger on a flat surface

Last Time You Will Shine

I look into a mirror, and still wonder who Ive become. I doubt if im something more, or if im just another mold of society (or for society) and then i come to realize it no longer matters.Im only a child, maybe my descicions will affect my life, but all i want to do right now is breathe. I know i wont be here forever, but why waste my time worring about the future, and resenting my past. I think im perfect, maybe not in the eyes of the world, but to myself . I am aware of my flaws, and i am in love with them. Maybe i dont, and wont ever mirror what you want to see, but ffor now im good with that.

This is all thats left of me: shallow reflections and three feet deep words.

Im NOT Okay

You can wonder how i live managing to breathe without you having to ask me to, and maybe its simply that i learned, or maybe its much more simple than that, I'm tired of falling.You still ask if things are okay, like they ever were.The worlds that separate us still loom, watching over , making sure we make no mistake of diving head first again.Maybe id like to make another mistake, maybe i just want to listen to one thing, and it sure as hell isn't reasoning.i simply wanted you to know, that I'm still here, and that I'm not okay (i promise) and i will never be, even if you return. Somethings are simply permanent.

Voice Crying For Days Now

Is everyone here make-believe?
Are the words you once spoke
Lies which seeped into reality?
Is everyone here make-believe?
Only a figment of imagination
and a fragment of desire
is everyone here make-believe?
You held all the answers
to all I never wanted to hear
is everyone here make-believe?
Can you forget for a moment
that nothing exist in the moment we live
is everyone here make-believe?
I’ve seen the twitch of lips
tempted into overpriced smiles
is everyone here make-believe?
all id ever want is proof that there’s
more to you than meets the eyes
is everyone here make-believe?
Will you sleep tonight knowing
that tomorrow this will only be a blur
because everyone here is only … make-believe.

Inspired by Mayday Parade, a band that can brign me to tears .

Cure To Growing Older

She’d sew her heart to his
So patiently, and perfectly
And dig the stitches too deep
Into the grave known as his chest
She’d take him apart
and claim him as her own
And tie them tourniquet style
Beating in unison
He would always say
it would never hurt
And she’d laugh
and say he was only a liar
she held him so tight
Strangling, and bruising his fragility
And he died so subtly
But his heart still beats
so patiently, and oh so perfectly

Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace (In Pieces)

High On Infinity

Whats it like to hold childrens hearts on strings
and make them dance as though they were puppets
And whats it like to own their every breath
and watch them happily slave for your body
I wish i were still one of them
Young enough yo still believe our preaching
Naive enough to want you just the same
Thoough your hands are wrapped around
my lung and pressing down my heart.
How long had i wanted this for
because i had lost it all
and now it was back at my fingertips
But by now i was dying
walking my way to your forgotten grave
This was the dream so many would want
And im willing to throw away
Because it no longer means a thing to me
Your big words and recycled phrases
Stop phasing the way i live
I wish to say ive forgotten
but i havent, nor will i ever
but ill let you be happy
as i bandage my bleeding heart
Because i no longer want any of this

The beast within the burden is alright
a product of his father and a slave to his pride
-William Beckett

Selfish As Selfish

Time; Relative and beautiful
and most likely to repeat
history is only a strained
and oh so perfect memory

so deliberately and casual
are the words youve woven
so delicately and lovely
like our faltering skyline

So little left for eyes
to taint badly and for lips
to stain so carefully
and to break and tear

our lips have become cancer
pouring through our own skin
why are we killing time
and injurying eternity

Stockpiled Millions Of Memories

In the winters duskk
when the sun lies across
the bleeding colors
we call the horizon
in that perfect second
only you and I exist
nothing but an "us"
nothing but a "you"
in that perfect second
where all is nonexistent
there is where we love

Perfect Symmetry

To me you are only
a line, wlaking stanza
perfect symmetry
Your body carries
grace, beauty, so much
perfect symmetry
Your skin creeps oh so
slowly, deliberately
perfect symmetry
your smile dents hearts
becomes the cruel reminder of
perfect symmetry
You can be so rightso sane, so stable
perfect symmetry
Aesthetics pour from your skin
shallow as a pond
perfect symmetry
You and only you
can enbody so well
perfect symmetry

I Was Waiting On A Different Story

Every second seizes to your melody
one in which both words and hearts
choose to dance, choose to die
side by side, breath by breath.
Every person moves at the speed
of the parting of your lips
every sigh, and every breath taken
can almost bring them back
every word that manages to seep
past the contours of your lips
we take into our own
and wrap it around our bloodstream

Isolated

Carolyn Martinez
Period 6
2/2/09
Isolation seems to be the law of the way the world works, because she was never really anything but herself, and in her own. It was a casual, to be sorrounded frequently by only acquaintances, but nothing ever really existed. She was a world within herself, such potential hidden by a social status that would never allow more options to the carbon copied world.In this enviorment, youd never know talent, even if it were to cross your path on a daily basis, because it was easier to be compatible, than to be different. Tolerence had been turned into casual malcontence, and ran along the sides of anxiety, and though she smiled , and carried her head up high, somewhat arrogant, filled with the daily charasteristics of what you wish you once were. The smile though, falters for a moment, and loses its composure. What are you left with then? A broken heart, the lies you’ve lived, and the slurred memory. This is all life is to her, and all life means to me, just a moment, a breath, and what will soon become something forgotten. This lie isnt so prefectly lived as you may have come to conceive, don’t be surprised if you can hear the shatters of glass, and hearts.



sometimes my homework is actual inspiration, sometimes words just seem to race past my thoughts, and there comes a moment when both my fingertips, and lips can keep up with my thoughts, that perfect moment creates this, pure inspiration.

Poetic Tragedy

How is it that youve learned to love
all on your own
that breathing is almost a thought
and wanting is a second nature
How is it that you claim independence
from all who need you
is it that difficult to forget
or is it just easier than to regret?
Does naivety prove my point
or does it kill all your resent
How is it that these words
cant phase a second breath
Do you lie more than you lust
or are the scales even?
How is it that you kill
but are proven innocent.

Music

A lot can say music is their lives
But very few mean it
My life runs in verses
Melodies, and harmonies
My life is lost in sound
And nothing is real
Because real beauty
Has no appearance
No shape, no color, no flaws
And beauty is boundless
Music doesn't take, doesn't ask
Its beautiful and perfect
Music is life.

No Good

You're no good with cheap secrets
And secondhand apologies.
With sold out acknowledgement
And auctioned promises.
Your no good with the story line
Of the cliche and the used
Of the beaten and the broken
The lost and those who want to lose
You're no good with hearts
Of young girls who know
That your up to no good
But they want you
You're no good with words
Though they seem useless
You're no good with love
You're no good with this mess

Your Face Is A Minor Detail.

I still remember the first time you said my name

Once when you were soft and well spoken
When you tried restlessly to control the quiver in your voice

You were always such a grand actor
And I the gullible child
Never did I doubt your words
Because you didn't give me reason to

I still remember as your eyes became wide
And a smile broke through your perfect lips
As though recognizing my existence
Made all the difference

I remember as I jumbled with words
Thoughts sped through my adrenaline filled heart

And you knew the effect you had on us
All much younger, and filled with such innocence
Such eagerness

And every move was filled with ulterior motives
As though you skin didn't ask
Didn't beg
To be touched ever so slightly

And you could read the lust in my thoughts
In my mind
And couldn't lie to say
That I wasn't oh so tempted

And I can still remember
The smirk between your lips
That's yelled
"Kiss me"

Matter Of Time

Can you kiss the skies
Standing up on your toes
Ill let you reach for the lies
As long as nobody knows.
You're still so young and naive
Filled with childish innocence
You still wear your heart on a sleeve
Let me wrap you in the silence
Ill take your hand and pull you into
The dark navy blanket, pinpointed stars
A touch, a kiss, will pull you through
Ill clean away, all the scars.
All I need to know, is if you would stay
Forever and a day, in the faded skyline
You're my broken little toy today
Now, will you be mine?

authors note: I had a case of cliche' but it was cute ^.^ .
Inspired by Cute Is What We Aim For's 'Time' . Beautiful song. Give it a listen.

A Little More , and A Little Longer

Things from my livejournal (which I really don't use) that I felt like I should share, mostly just poems, nonrhyming poems too. Which makes me happy, I like non rhyming poems

Doctor How Do You Cure Emptiness

I've come to realize there's no cure for emptiness
For the throbbing and ever growing void
That threatens to devour us whole
Nothing will ever stich my heart once again
Nothing can tend the wounds that you've left
Raw, bleeding, open.
You can bury your hands in my chest
Try and find the pieces to this little game
And you can try and mend my bruises
But you'll never be able to put them together
Because they are jagged
And lost
Funny thing is nothing is left for you to cure
You already took it all and broke it down
You can't fix, what doesn't exist.

Dear, Most Recent Regret

Your words still manage to wrap a fist around my lungs
And to make my heart rip and bleed profusely
I can stand on the sidelines and see you grow happy
But im not promising that it won't hurt
Because ill be dying on the inside
Biting my quivering lip
Holding back the flooding tears
This is why I pulled away the first time
Knowing id never rest in your arms like id wish
Knowing that your scent would never envelop my thoughts
But I still stand here, like I've done so many times before
Ripping, breaking, watching
As you grow, move on, and find something better
That we can no longer offer.
Something that we could never offer.

Obama Nation

Today I sat in fourth period watching on teevee how history was being made.

Whoever wrote the inaugural speech was brilliant, and use metaphors in a way too beautiful way.

In Obama, I saw something that was past his skin color, because I honestly did not care, he's african american. He was democratic, which is what I wanted.

There was an air of hope, hanging heavy in the skies.

It was such a beautiful , and cold morning today, watching our now 44th president give his speech, and be sworn in.

I was for once proud to be an american.

My heart swelled with pride, happiness, and most importantly faith.

The faith in change, that maybe out tomorrow isn't that bleak.

I know obama in power does not mean that things will change and become perfect, but I have hope that it'll be better and that this is the dawn of a new age.

Im glad to see that the world is changing, one human being at a time.

History is so crude, but so beautiful.

Welcome to the 44th term.

This is going to be even slightly interesting.

& really, today was beautiful.

Card Games

You've been dealt so perfectly
So exact, and so beautiful
But keep your poker face
Don't let them find emotion
Keep your winnings to yourself
And your tragedies deeply
Wrapped in that cold empty glare
Lets see if you know this game
Don't let them decipher your expression
Don't let them look into your soul
Because you need to win tonight
Now how will you play?

Keep Me?

Breathing deeply
whispering into the night sky
won't you keep me here
Hand in hand
hearts tied down in knots and vines
Won't you keep me here
Love now lives embedded into our memories
lets live in the lust of the moment
Won't you keep me here?
Take a breath, consider the mistakes
The poor lack of judgement
Won't you keep me here?
Our heads in the clouds,
our minds on the ground
Won't you keep me here?
Hearts dancing to no music
In a place where only lies are found
Won't you keep me here?

1:11am

Plastic Smiles

She's slightly bruised
Broken and bleeding
Holding the pieces together
No ones listening to her pleading
She looks so composed
But her chest is almost hollow
Through the breaking, and seeping
She's asking for you to follow
She's slightly bruised
Wanting for you to open your eyes
Feeling so unused
Listen to her cries
She's only but a child
Faltered plastic smiles
Nowadays seem badly styled
Sitting in societies exiles

Popular Demand

Little girls parade those halls
All expecting a whisper of your voice
They swoon, and squeal almost willingly
Because you give them no choice
Your smiles sent hearts into seizures
And makes them choke on lust
They bleed, and break, and bite
With no reason to trust
With no reason to love
Watch them stare and crave
And let their jaws hang
Walk across the path they pave
Its hard to imagine you own the hearts
Of children with lacks of imagination
With only your charming smiles
Leave them filled with fascination

Perfect Little Child

Bright wide brown eyes
Perfectly perched behind light glasses
Rise and falls of full parted lips
Perfectly pouted for the swooning of masses
Your skin screams 'Touch me'
But you seem so fragile, and porcelain
So perfectly thought up off
And yet so simple and plain.
And I can't help but wonder what is hidden
Beneath the mask you've chosen to wear
I can't help but want to find out
This is why we've chosen to stare

Ryan Ross

Eyes brighter than the fullest of summers moons
Lips rode out across ever contour
Beautiful boy causing countless swoons
So perfect, and so torn
Pale skin, shadowed eyes, curtained mind
What would it cost to see beyond
Your perfect smile, and behind
Such expressionless features and cold eyes
Are you as pretty as we've made you out to be?
Or are you just like us, beaten and broken
Looking through a stained window longing to be free
You're not the boy up on a pedestal .
-Carolyn 11:39pm dedicated to GRR&RyanosaurusRex(fortheawesomeline)

Case Of Cliche'

Words weave patterns through
the contours of your perfect pout
Through such graceful, deliberate swoons
Words caress the skin of those who can't
Look away.
Tears streak pale skin so slowly
Almost purposely teasing, your lack of emotion
And not only teasing, but taking
From those who never seem to
Stay.
Kisses burn away through wind
Caressing the longing and forgotten
Dented hearts, broken knuckles
Why not just forget the case of the
Cliche?

Teasing To Please

Hello, and welcome to my mind
A world within a world.

Who am I?
I am not quite sure.
I am called Carolyn, more commonly known as Caro, but this is truly no identity.

I am but a child in the midst of maturity
Trying only to learn, live, and love

And all I could do, is welcome you
To my little corner of happiness.