Unmatched

When your body unmatches your soul
And you can't see behind your skin
You feel separate
Detached
And you don't fit in.
And you just can't get away
The price of man's first sin.
A disease that is humanity
I feel like a mistake
And always running blindly
I'll do whatever it takes.
To set free the spirit
And flee the flesh
The binding confines
That are doomed to death.

Mirror, Mirror

What do you do when you look in the mirror
And see someone who shouldn't be there?
Something foreign, alien
Unwelcome
Unwanted
To your unfocused eyes, just a blur
A shape in the glass
And you want to run away
But it follows you
And it's all anyone else can see
And it's with you forever
This something you don't want to be

- Carly Floyd
7/12/09

UnTruth

Desperation, desecration

No one knows the truth

Darkness hiding somewhere deep

There's nothing I can do

Formed opinions, gossiped lies

Segregate me from the world

So I sit here all alone

No hope for going home

- Carly Floyd

7/6/09

Separate

Words and people dart around me
Dark figure in the mist
Finding solace in the lonely
When nothing else makes sense.
Standing silent in the form
The body not my own
For I still seek a refuge
And a place to call my home.

- Carly Floyd
7/6/09

Days Past

Days past

I review

And regret

I mourn that times are over

Everything is different now

Silence

But for the beating of my heart

Tears fall on my cheeks

I remember

I hold on to my memories

Even though they hurt

At the same time

I want so badly to be free of them

But I keep them and remember

My life is over

So I sit and live through them

My last connection to you

- Carly Floyd

5/12/09

Eye Contact

Of sight
What more monuental
That the windows to the soul?
Expressive
Knowing you can't hide.
The unexpected intimacy
Of meeting in a new way
Vulnerable to the other
Baring souls.

- Carly Floyd
5/12/09

Romanticizing the Dying

Romanticizing the dying

The final dark pleasure

The thrill of going, ending

The asking

Where am I going

And delighting

Soon I'll know the secret of Beyond

Of who was right and who was wrong

Or neither?

Maybe deep down

I knew it all along.

- Carly Floyd

5/12/09