casey callahan Poems

I'm not good with words but I am writing a poem.

I have dyslexia and I am still writing a poem.
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How do you fix a hole in your heart?
You know I was born wondering where I start
The way I fall into your lies,
Pretending that I have a life.
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Blaming me by others words,
Words that brew in pots of insanity.

Slicing up flowers for your stew.
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I wish I could paint the stars in your eyes.

Make your dreams come true.
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Distant glazing eyes
Knotted esophagus
Dewy falling drops
Tight skin
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My shoulders tense up;
They shrivel, they crawl.

I close my eyes and plaster them shut.
They start to decay,
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