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In the eighteen years
I walked this fragile ground,
I learned the thousand meanings
Of love,
Hate,
And discrimination.
I have viewed history
Without comprehending it’s meaning.
I have been broken,
Healed,
And broken again.
I have discovered that I care too much
And I don’t care at all.
I found I prefer my dogs to people
Because they offer no judgments
Of my scars,
Secrets,
Desires.
I have cried countless tears,
Opened my skin to let out my sorrows.
I have smiled when wanting to cry,
Laughed when wanting to scream,
Held myself together
When I longed to shatter.
I discovered
Who was
I
And learned who I am not.
I changed my style,
My ways of thinking,
And lost my desire to please all who meet me.
I’ve written thousands of words
(All whose meaning I have long forgotten),
Poetry offered sanity
(Quickly driven away).
Music offered escape
(And caged me in my memories).
Tragedy has struck,
Miracles begged for,
Lady Death ignoring my pleas.
Blackness has swallowed me,
Teased me with light
Only to take it away and crush my soul,
Leaving me to believe
I am worthless,
Useless,
Unloved,
Unnecessary,
Unneeded.
A waste of space,
With nothing to live for.
Nothing to gain.
I have pretended to forgive,
But never forgotten,
Ached and
Raped and
Pushed away
Because of assumptions.
I have been hated for no reason,
Other than
Who I am,
Who I love,
And what I do.
In this brief eternity,
I have lived.
I walked this fragile ground,
I learned the thousand meanings
Of love,
Hate,
And discrimination.
I have viewed history
Without comprehending it’s meaning.
I have been broken,
Healed,
And broken again.
I have discovered that I care too much
And I don’t care at all.
I found I prefer my dogs to people
Because they offer no judgments
Of my scars,
Secrets,
Desires.
I have cried countless tears,
Opened my skin to let out my sorrows.
I have smiled when wanting to cry,
Laughed when wanting to scream,
Held myself together
When I longed to shatter.
I discovered
Who was
I
And learned who I am not.
I changed my style,
My ways of thinking,
And lost my desire to please all who meet me.
I’ve written thousands of words
(All whose meaning I have long forgotten),
Poetry offered sanity
(Quickly driven away).
Music offered escape
(And caged me in my memories).
Tragedy has struck,
Miracles begged for,
Lady Death ignoring my pleas.
Blackness has swallowed me,
Teased me with light
Only to take it away and crush my soul,
Leaving me to believe
I am worthless,
Useless,
Unloved,
Unnecessary,
Unneeded.
A waste of space,
With nothing to live for.
Nothing to gain.
I have pretended to forgive,
But never forgotten,
Ached and
Raped and
Pushed away
Because of assumptions.
I have been hated for no reason,
Other than
Who I am,
Who I love,
And what I do.
In this brief eternity,
I have lived.
Literature
1.
They say you shouldn't drink with Death,
and yet I find myself pouring
another glass of amber liquid.
She's quiet, my companion;
doesn't talk much.
It's strange to see her in person
after hearing all the tales
and fables meant to scare
little children and to
put grown men in their places.
She's different than I expected--
lighter, not quite so hidden behind
a gray cloak or embedded in the shadows.
I ask her why she has graced me
with her presence, and she turns her
hooded head in my direction.
Long ivory fingers clutch the glass
and I notice her nails, like mine,
have been gnawed as far down as possible.
She doesn't answer my question-
Literature
i indent because.
my poetry
is a
contortionist
{i simply
guide her spine}
Literature
She Was With the Stars
The amber girl
was preserved perfectly
and her silky hair and porcelain skin
gleamed like a doll's
But the scientists weren't able to keep
her soul burning
because though she was in the
glass case filled with chemicals and fluids
and they were desperately trying to pump
oxygen into her lungs,
her mind was still up in space
with the stars
So the sun was extinguished
despite the cries and mournful screams
because they had
broke her
and the many who looked up
at her light and glory
slowly began to rot away
And so not a single thing was solved
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My graduation poem that was I was required to write for my College Prep class.
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Wow. Just, wow. This poem really packs a punch. Extremely powerful writing, and excellent job.