Sandy Whisper

Her name is Sandy Whisper

shes honest and shes true

theres no other girl quite like her

im pretty sure thats true

 

i dont know much about her

but she likes to call me john

and she’ll be saying my name

long after im gone

 

her name whispered in my ear

the first time that we met

shes one hard working girl

taking anything she gets

 

id like to take her home with me

be assured i never do

shes been in my life a while now

im sure shes in others too

 

i cant say that i love her

but many others claim that they do

she may have lied about her name

now its all she responds to

 

her name is Sandy Whisper

and she sells for seven bucks an hour

and that allows me all the power

and thats all i care to know

~carnessie

To understand

why do you weep?

the hard plains leading up to the sway

two parallel nubs higher up

are you withdrawing from this scene

do you wish to trade mountains

for another set of plains instead?

you’re losing your selfhood here

maybe you need more take and take

and less of what i can give

but you know not how to ask

do not ask

retreat from this reality, i implore you

do not satisfy yourself with what people tell you

they do not know what it is you should seek

go into the reality that only you create

i would rather you stand tall

than weep with me

find that which makes you swell

even if that be, someone not like me

i release you

so that you can find your release

come and go freely

~carnessie

Achievement

dainty, delicate, daring

this is a divine comedy

i can tell

im in hell, thats where i find myself

or perhaps its purgatory

for i cant be sure

or maybe ive mistaken this place as paradise

the suspense of where i lay my

head, heart, body, soul

like a whore jumping from one

warm body to another

ive lost the start and confused the end

in this haste

well i do find myself in this

divine place

whether it be hell or heavens hell

whats it to me?

as long as the whore is satisfied

who cares about the end?

~carnessie

How to bake a pie

setting me up, turn me over

dough in your warm hands

your eyes calculating my worth

measure out the right ingredients

to mix together, to create me

you start my journey, restart

i remember to forget the before

when i was just pieces, seperate

until you took the ingredients

and molded them to be whole

no longer flour, water, salt

your oven warms me up

my heart expands with time

timer dings; done, finished, ready

ready for you, my maker

you make me with love, teach me love

cooling off near you, you wat

satisfied i am done, you cut

not to pieces but to help yourself

to my being, i give readily

you achieve satisfaction from me

i am glad to be of service

take your fill, i am yours

finish me, i am undone

while remaining utterly complete

~carnessie

Today

i made a list of all the things i want to do.

i dont think its working.

unsure

i have no idea what i want to do with my life once i graduate university.

What am i good at? what do i love doing? What will make me happy?

I have no idea.

Im so lost.

sam and dean are back bitches!

very strange

so i was checking my dashboard, and it has a bunch of things on it, how many ppl come each day,  top searches and the most viewed pages on the blog…this was the top searches…

 

Top Searches

jensen ackles wife, sam winchester, impala, harry potter houses, jensen ackles penis

 

Umm so, i thought i would appease the masses, and give you what you wanted…

Here it is.

 

SO maybe  the last one isnt quite right, but Jensen hasnt done any naked photoshoots that i know of…so no penis for you.

 

 

Fray oh that i was whole again

Sitting on lawn chairs in raincoats

While sour candy rains down from the sky

Just a moment in our lives

Unlived, this day a symbol of forever

Already forgotten not by me, by you

You cross your legs, to block me out

Please let me in; evade, persuade

You close your heart, my smile fades

I stop trying, and you give thanks

Yarn, unraveling, unkempt, unavoidable

Distrust, Distaste, Disillusion(ed)

I am me, but who are you

I though, i think, i am not right

That we could unite tofether in this

Oh but what is this?

That we call life, alone, lonely

Are they not the same?

I stand bear, unbearable to you

Not you, i, a fool for line

Love by any other name spells yours

I am for you, was, no more no longer

Dry-cleaned raincoat ready for the storm

Unleash it upon me, words pour out

And tumble to the ground, sour

My pen it marks, your heart burns

I stand still, here, you run, away

Maybe to a better day, not here

Ive lost it now, no fear

Hang up my raincoat, my heart

Hang up the rope, hang tight.

~carnessie