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Karen Carrington
Stories (15/0)
The Violence Of Silentness
This is my time I need to be alone. Not watching TV not talking on the phone. I need to appreciate the peace of silence. Expressing my thoughts on dealing with the violence. That every day abuse that has captured my mind. The slow sharp words that pierce through my heart. I need this time alone. The longer I stay around you’re tearing my apart. There’s no honesty or trust, there’s no conversation there’s just us. When I’m with you I feel clothed since you’re around. Yet we do absolutely nothing therefore all I wear is a frown. It’s coming down to just me and my soul. Digging deep into my core. Place is at the forefront of pursuing my goals. Expressing my thoughts as day starts to rise. To wake up and not be captured of all that’s been seen through my eyes. I’m done with the lies. This is my time yet now I’m not alone. I just reread my words! Oh my goodness, I’ve grown!
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Done
You have hurt me to the point that it’s hard for me to stand. My self-esteem is shot, I trusted you as my man. I’m a human being I’m imperfect too. But never, no ever would I have cheated on you. I’ve been a powerful woman, always stood on my own. God oh God I wish I would have known. That you were never going to change. The lies would never cease. The pain and the hurt has only increased. I’m tired of this life, I have feelings too. Sooner or later I’m leaving you. I tried being happy by making myself blind to see. Every lie I believed because I wanted you with me. Just stop for a minute and think of all the dirt. The lies and the scandals because you chose to flirt. But the buck didn’t stop there it got more intense. And now that I know the lifestyle of a player it all makes sense. Leaving the house at nine saying you’ll be right back. Meanwhile you’re on your prowl of Mr. Daddy Mack. Looking for someone that will allow you to shack. I can’t believe I’ve dealt with you for so long. Right in my face you’re having relations with the girl next door. Coming back home at 4 telling me you were with the boys. But when I called your phone I heard the noise. It was her voice in the background.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
She Loved Hard
I don’t wanna cry. I want to keep loving you. I don’t wanna say goodbye. But if it’s going to keep going the way that it is, then it’s gonna be hard to hold onto this. I don’t wanna let go yet I’m feeling so so blue. All I’ve ever asked was for you to be true. I can’t take no more of this friction between us. If I’m your world then why can’t you lust. Over the fact that we are one. We’ve been down for years, you’ve been my only one. Take me to heart, realize what you’ve got. Step into my world! I love you a lot! I’m not asking for much, just treasure my presence in your life. Recall of that day I became your wife. I looked into your heart and vowed to be with you. You also looked back and vowed my heart too. Now I feel alone in this world, you’re not there for me. Don’t feel I’m doing things wrong, just don’t understand why you’re not able to see. To see the beauty God has given you. Put me in your life there’s a reason for this too. We may not know the answers on this very day. But I know in my heart I really want to stay. Soooo just stick with me let’s try and see if it’s for us to be together then we will conquer this thing called love without a fight. Just promise to cherish me with all of your might. Because I love you my baby with all of my heart. We made that promise of till death do us part.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
It’s Over
Listen to my heart listen to my cries. Read my lips as I say goodbye. Never did I think it would come to this. I’m saying goodbye to the love of my life. I’m putting the ring back in the box. I’m so tired of playing wife. You’ve neglected my feelings. You’ve ran through my soul. I thought you knew the difference between silver and gold. And it goes deeper than that, more like a precious gem. You can dig and dig, you won’t find me again. This is it, it’s called the power of love. It’s gonna be hard but I’m working with facts. You had a good woman by your side but you kept looking back. Looking for happiness when it was right in your face. Looking all around thinking you could replace. Such a beautiful person that’s always been there. Whomever you find is not going to care. Not going to deal in the way that I have dealt. Won’t keep the sacredness that lies beneath the belt. Should have been more honest even more sincere. This is it. I’m gone, you hear?
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Man Down
My feelings right now are so very twisted. My God I never knew how afraid I could be. Back then it was all just fun yet misery. But my feelings right now are so scared for you. My sweetheart, my lover, my baby, my boo. How do you continue doing these things you do? I know you’re tired feeling so overwhelmed in discust . You’re scared and hurting and also trapped. So scared now too scared to look back. This is the feeling of one being caught up inside. It’s time to shine baby no more time to hide. Step up to the plate and become a god darn man. Call yourself Thomas and repeat “I think I can”.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Woulda Coulda Shoulda
This is the story of two people getting together at an early age. One not knowing what they actually wanted in a mate let alone what they wanted in themself. Mistakes are made every day. Being in perfect is the reason why. I loved this person from a kid! I really wanted this guy. Not easy being a young girl in love. Thinking this was the one being sent from above. Spending many years trying to transform someone’s thinking into the way you would like them to think. Spending day after day, your ultimate mission trying to connect the link. The peace of life you so desperately wanted from the start. To have that person love you solely with all of their heart. You knew it was gonna be a challenge From day one. Yet you went ahead and had this man’s son.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Spoken For
How can I express what i’m trying to hide? How can I make it known without the lie? I met this man that is spoken for. I know his heart is good I feel he deserves more. Oh how I would love to get into his mind. God how I wish he could be mine. A good girl like me is so hard to find. I know I can complement him. I know it all takes time. My oh my how I wish he were mine. If I could only rewind time. She would never exist in his life. For some reason I sense some unhappiness inside. When I met him I knew I wanted this guy. Not in a way of sexual desire. It was his mind that amazed me. His motivation is what I admire. After my marriage I promised myself, if I allow a relationship ever come to be, this man will know how to take care of me.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Drunken Dreams
I know that I love to write. I can sit here for hours, sit back and just kick it. A healing remedy for my pain. An answer to my doubt. Pen and paper I cannot do without. There are many ways of expressing my thoughts. I cannot help relating what I was taught. It gets so disappointing at times for I am not pursuing all in which I should. So I sit back, write, and dwell on how I know I could. So dazed and confused knowing how much time I’ve allowed to pass. My book will get published when I make this drink my last.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
My Disease
My Disease By ~Karen CARRINGTON~ Yes I get frustrated but frustration isn’t it. I know that I get aggravated, yet aggravation I allow in. I constantly cry and reap what I so. I have to understand that I have to let go. A disease is what I have. It has affected my soul. Shut down my dreams and all of my goals. Aspirations are now a thing of my past. Inspiration I no longer have. Just a spot in this world as I watch my life on unfurl. Depression has set in, I have allowed it to. I’ve made many mistakes. My biggest was you. This sickness that I have we are both to blame. Falling in love with you, when you weren’t feeling the same. Hard to let go? But what am I holding? Is it valuable, trustworthy, reliable within? Do I get treatment for this sickness and allow you in again? Or do I want a cure? Lifelong remedy for my disease. I am asking for closure. My final word is please.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Pursuit Of Clarity
Decisions are so hard when you are forced to create. Can I walk in this life and not be forced to relate? Relate to the times, the pressures that exist. The emphasis put on excelling otherwise your presence doesn’t exist. I’m not one with amazing knowledge nor do I hold a PhD. But I have love, I have feeling, I have a sharp mind and that’s how I am dealing. Coping with society as I’m labeled below middle class. Should I close my mind and just allow time to pass? Or should I continue to pursue my goals. Realize it’s not that hard if I put my heart to it. I’ve worn Nikes for years so I know I can do it.Need to put the pep in my step and get to it. It’s not hard, focus is what I need. To pursue my goals and all of my dreams.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Affair
Overwhelmed with desire caught up and emotion. I try to escape but fell into this notion. Caught up in this feeling of loving someone I shouldn’t. My soul keeps giving and yet my mind says don’t do it. But I cannot help myself. Is what I am feeling wrong? Will this whole scandal end with me crying a very sad song? It’s just this feeling that comes over me when you are around. The love that came in. The joy that I found. I know it is wrong for someone else is with whom I sleep. But this feeling is so good, this affair I choose to keep.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Questions
Questions By Karen CARRINGTON~ I may be young but have a soul of old. Many times that’s been told. The pressures that exist within my realm. My head feels like it’s gonna explode. The constant struggle, the hustle and bustle. Only but a baby, yet have to survive. I made this bed and now I must lie. It may sound sad but Lord knows it’s true. Wasn’t easy for me may be even harder for you. The few that are good may be an insight to you. I’ve learned from those of old. That’s the insight let it be told. Life is no joke, although at times we choose to play. But NEVER no EVER did I think it be this way. What are the Answers to the questions in my mind. Do they even exist, or does it all take time.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets