Available in the print collection Methlehem — available here
Broken by Melodie Yvonne
I’m so fucking broken that I can’t even breathe This constant bullshit pressure has got me on my knees I only need one person to keep their fucking word but a giant bullshit symphony is all I’ve ever heard
I’m so fucking broken I can’t even breathe I’m sittin’ at a stoplight wondering why I just can’t leave I don’t know why I’m cryin’ or why the fuck that I’m so sad and I wish I could remember how to go from sad to mad
I’m so fucking broken I can’t even breathe I wish that I could fix it, but I don’t know what I need I don’t know why you ever had to leave and say goodbye And now I could fill an ocean with the tears poured out my eyes
I’m so fucking broken I can’t even breathe You fill me up with oxygen then knock it outta me You gave me hope for someone else that you could never be Then you stole it right away while I was pretendin’ you loved me
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This piece can be found in the print collection Methlehem — available here
Looks Like You by Melodie Yvonne
Looks like you’re having a comfortable ride in that car that I built for two Looks like you’re having an easy time, though, that seat wasn’t made for you
You’ve taken advantage of my little life and you’ve used me through and through You’re such a seductive little whore always looking to suck someone new
A single white female, your copy paste face changes lies like a bloody chameleon You exploit your friends, set your table with men, and ignore them except when it’s mealtime
A canvas so blank, you are void like white paint, mostly harmless till you get your hooks in And then it’s too late ‘cause you’ve super glued fate like an ear to an open mouthed Tyson
Looks like you’re having a comfortable ride in that car that I built for two Looks like you’re having an easy time, though, that seat wasn’t made for you
I wish I was free, but bound we will be for handles are not often shaken As much as I run it’s like you’ve got a gun held up to my mind that you’ve taken
So I guess I’ll just hide, stay hidden inside, ‘til your beasts sleeps that I have awakened And then I’ll be rid of your intricate web and I’ll pray that you leave me forsaken
Looks like you’re having a comfortable ride in that car that I built for two Looks like you’re having an easy time, though, that seat wasn’t made for you
Well, here’s a surprise you may not have surmised… time always begets whats passed due And you thought I cared, well, that’s where you erred, I burn bridges myself when I’m through
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⚠️ Explicit Content Warning This poetry excerpt from Methlehem contains drug usage, graphic sexual language, and adult themes. Intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
#metoo? by Melodie Yvonne
Pretending I’m in outerspace So I don’t have to see your face Those leering eyes look down at me I’ve lost all hope you’ll set me free
You drove me out too far from home Way further than the buffalos roam Pretending that you were my friend Until we reached that dark dead-end
Your touch it chilled the coldest ice You blamed me, said that I enticed I gently said, “We must get back” Maliciously you spit a laugh
“Ass, gas, or grass. No rides are free” “I thought you liked my company” Whatever just to make me guilty How come I’m the one that feels so filthy???
Pretending I’m in outerspace So I don’t have to see your face Those leering eyes still look at me My only hope you took from me
You drove me back but I’m still there I don’t know how you just don’t care I watch you go on ‘bout your day Like you didn’t take my worth away
But how on earth could I have let you? It’s my fault for smiling at you It’s my fault for all that leading Can you make monsters then just hate ‘em?
Pretending I’m in outerspace So I don’t have to see your face Those leering eyes still look at me I want back what you took from me
Pretending I’m in outerspace A lovely Oxy-Ambien Haze These double shifts are killing me I hate this fucking factory
Shit! Where am I? I fell asleep Hold on I’ll go check my machine Just wait a sec then follow me We don’t want anyone else to see…
You buys can’t tell me I’M a TEASE I know EXACTLY what you need I know EXACTLY how to please It’s just a second on my knees…
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A You Addict by Melodie Yvonne
You weave a politician’s tapestry of charm and lies You see me for the prey I am despite my strong disguise You let me wander only just an arm’s length out of reach And if I try to run away you tighten up that leash
My mind’s lost the war on drugs, and you’re the drug for me Heroin’s got nothing on your frank philosophy My heart’s twisted from your blood that courses through my veins It’s time for you to set me free before I go insane
Second best was all I ever was to you at all A safety net to catch you every time you start to fall But now my heart is wearing out and leaking like a sieve You’ve bled me dry, and all you’ve got is all I’ve left to give
My mind’s lost the war on drugs, and you’re the drug for me Heroin’s got nothing on your frank philosophy My heart’s twisted from your blood that courses through my veins It’s time for you to set me free before I go insane
Well, now my soul is emptied out, it’s time for me to go I’m really good at leavin’ but it hurts more than you know We both know that my silly dreams were just not meant to be So please release this empty bag of flesh and set me free
My mind’s lost the war on drugs, and you’re the drug for me Heroin’s got nothing on your frank philosophy My heart’s twisted from your blood that courses through my veins And it’s time for you to set me free before I go insane
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This piece will be in the upcoming collection Photographic Memories: Nein— available here soon
I’d Rather Be Angry by Melodie Yvonne
Drinkin’ that tequila that I did that night with you You was done with me before we drank that bottle through And maybe I ain’t finished ‘cause I’m hopin’ you’ll turn back But tonight feels kinda different and my hope’s gone all off track
If I could count the distance that is keepin’ me from you The count’d go forever ‘cause you pull back like you do And every time it feels like you have finally come around You turn right back away and light speed right on outta town
My heart’s still right here on my sleeve for you to take or leave it Just save me all that bullshit where you say it isn’t me and Tell me if you can’t move on then why can’t we just try it ‘Cause I’m so sick of missin’ you and I’m done tryin’ to fight it
If I could count the distance that is keepin’ me from you It’d be a CVS receipt that goes around the moon And every time it feels like you have finally closed that gap You run right back away and leave me wishin’ you’d turn back
Why can’t you just give me a chance ‘cause I won’t ever leave ya Don’t keep pushin’ me away ‘cause you think we’ll all be her Or maybe I’m not good enough and you just plain can’t say it But either way I’m tired of games ‘cause I’m no good at playin’
If I could count the distance that is keepin’ me from you The count’d go forever ‘cause you pull back like you do And this evenin’s kinda special better have another round ‘Cause this time you hit light speed, love, without makin’ a sound
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The moment has finally arrived… the Indy celebration for Methlehem is happening, and I can’t wait to finally get to celebrate this with all of you.
Methlehem is gritty. It’s honest. It doesn’t flinch. It’s the torn, beating center of love, heartbreak, addiction, and survival laid out in full. These aren’t just stories, they’re survival epics… the kind of tale that haunts you long after the last page.
Paiger is a force to be reckoned with. She’s the calm before the storm, the storm, and the savior you’ve been waiting for. Paiger is equal parts rage and grace… raw emotion wrapped in blues, rock, punk and soul. She doesn’t ask permission. She demands attention, then shakes you awake with truth.
If you’ve been waiting, watching, or cheering me on, now’s the time to come out and be part of it. Come through, snag a copy, kick back, and let Methlehem pull you deep into the messy, jagged world that chewed Melodie up and spat her out to you.
Join me in Methlehem wsg Paiger and an UNCENSORED Poetry Open Mic:
December 12, 2025 6-9PM
6PM Live music from Paiger 7PM Methlehem reading and Q&A with Melodie 8PM Uncensored Open Mic
Originally published online Dec 14, 2023 & in the collection I Do Heroin On The Train Line So You Don’t Have To: A Hitchhiker’s Guide To My Galaxie Extended Edition — available here
One time this boy, one of the most beautiful boys I’ve ever met, told me ”Stumbling Up The Mountain” was one of his favorite pieces yet. I thought it was my weakest because it showed my weakness, but it was a weakness I secretly wanted him to see.
Later he asked when I’d wrote it with a slight hint of something maybe foreboding? I don’t know and I wonder if I should’ve told him the unasked answers… that yes everything can be summed up to 42, and that yes he was the best thing I ever knew, and a resounding “YES! I’m so in love with you!” but, I had already tried to tell him once before this, and, well… He didn’t get the text.
I thought that meant he wasn’t supposed to know, but… maybe… it just meant that love words were meant to be written and not cold? And maybe… it just meant that technologies growing young while I’m growing old, but no matter what I’m told now I know it was Tom Robbins that was the one that was right all along…
“There is only one serious question and that is: Who knows how to make love stay?”
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