Stiched Together

Love is a verb
Roses red as bloodshot eyes
Trail like the veins in her arm
and weeds in her lips
An angry tumor bursts
in the pink roots of her brain
She sucks in tar, breathes his soul
out of the end of a paintbrush
Soaked with tears in an empty womb
that burns her alive, free deep in mind
She reaps what she's sown

This Tree

(First time posting a poem on here)

Thousands summers gone
Though the bloom show naught
In the tree holds beauty
It's never brought for all to see
Then a day comes when blooms let free
Burning orange shines this day
When put away is snow and a sleigh
Bright blossoms, extraordinary
Don't wait to see
Please no, don't tarry on
For when dusk hits the lovely bloom
It shines like birds
Their gleaming plumes
Then will the tree take water
Its last, its last
Life jumping off the branches
Too fast, too fast
Come stare upon the incredible breath
Before it sheds flowers of death
Now it is no more
And with it, it takes the village
So small, too small
Within it does a young girl call
No the tree doesn't go alone
Took the whole towns flesh and blood
And laid them to rest beside a seed
Forming a vast new cemetery

Why, hello there! I'm Carly!

Hello, my lively captive audience!
I can only imagine the scarce few of you who've stumbled upon this...what shall I call it?
I've never had one of these before. I hope that pathetically explains my ignorance on how this all works.
I've never been good at keeping tabs on my life. I try, but when I get around to stabbing paper with a passion driven pencil, it always turns into heated poetry or something. Call me crazy, I know I am. I'll actually just be posting most of my poetry on here whenever I get the chance. I've actually never shared poems or any kind of things like...this with people. Strangers, per say. I usually keep to myself, paint a facade over some aspects of myself that my surroundings disapprove of. I'm not in the least bit fake or anything. Ask a peer of mine and they'll assure you that I could give a $&*(#% about other people's perception of me. But a girls gotta be mysterious sometimes, right?
Let's leave people guessing.