Stephen Carey

Rookie (November 13,1992 -)

Stephen Carey Poems

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

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