Stephen Carey

Rookie (November 13,1992 -)

Stephen Carey Poems

1. A Glass Of Water 5/27/2008
2. Where The Dead Grass Grows 5/28/2008
3. Wasted Chance 5/27/2008
4. Love Not Like A Rose 5/28/2008
5. Castle Of Broken Wings 5/28/2008
6. Sweet Sorrow 5/28/2008
7. Always Running 5/28/2008
8. Catch A Firefly 6/12/2008
9. While You Weren'T Looking 5/28/2008
10. Dancing Dream 5/27/2008
11. You'Re Majesty 10/18/2008
12. What Is This 5/27/2008
13. Two Towers 5/28/2008
14. The Color Of My Soul 5/28/2008
15. I Saw You Again 5/28/2008
16. Your Name In Your Names 5/27/2008
17. Little Blue Boy 5/27/2008
18. Love Leaves 5/27/2008
19. My Walk 5/27/2008
20. The Word In The Flames 5/27/2008
21. Memory's Darker Horizon 5/27/2008
22. The End (Or Something Else) 5/27/2008
23. One Look 5/27/2008
24. Missing You Part I: Nine And A Half Days 6/13/2008
25. Missing You Part Ii: Seventeen Days Past 6/13/2008
26. Missing You Part Iii: Eighteenth Day 6/13/2008
27. I Have To 6/13/2008
28. Hiding Dream 6/13/2008
29. Forgot 6/16/2008
30. Hugging The Rock 10/18/2008
31. A Trio Of Songs 6/12/2008
32. You Took Me 6/12/2008
33. I See Your Smile 6/12/2008
34. Thoughts In Sadness 5/28/2008
35. Turn It On 5/28/2008
36. Our Broken Hearts 5/28/2008
37. Sadder 5/28/2008
38. Ycut I: You Can'T Understand... 10/18/2008
39. Ycut Ii: This... 10/18/2008
40. Conflicting Innards 10/18/2008
Best Poem of Stephen Carey

A Glass Of Water

A glass of water sat on a book of poems,
Hiding the moon,
Pointing out the angels,
Jutting out of the window.
An ominous feeling fills the air.
The moon being covered darkens the room.

The glass is removed from atop the book.
No ring of liquid is left on the book,
But the book is now very cold.
In the light of the new moon,
The golden letters, spelling the name of the long dead poet, gleam.
His ghost leaves the book and enters me.

I am cursed.
The light is burnt.
The door is broken.
I cannot stop writing.
I hide the moon again.
A ...

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Your Name In Your Names

There you are,
Your first name caught in the energy of the next,
Your second name holding the most height of all,
Your middle name atop the centerpiece of a nothingness,
Your penultimate name standing as the crown jewel,
Your last name ending the names in silence,
There you are.

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