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Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - Those words, at best, were worse than teenage poetry...
Several pieces I wrote a few years ago. I always wanted to be a poet, even though there's no money in it. If I could play an instrument, or didn't have severe stage fright, I could've started a band, and used my poetry as lyrics, like Courtney Love. Anyhow.
It's raining...The thunder rolls...The lightning flashes...The windowsill is wet...The wind blows in through the screen...The humidity chokes...The bass of her music blocks out the storm...Word for word, she sings quietly...The smell of water and coffee carve into her nostrils...Her best friend exists only in the computer screen...Her harddrive whirrs...The fan blows...Her heart races...Her fingers move rapidly...Sleep, a favourite past time...Never coming, never ending, always there...
It's cold...
So cold...
The frost on the windows is delicate...
A simple touch breaks the connection between ice and glass...
Warm breath turns to fog...
Goosebumps, shivers, shakes...
Stars, bright like glitter in the sky...
Dead leaves litter the yellowing grass...
Quiet, still, dark...
This is autumn
The internet is an endless black hole, devoid of all emotion.
It sucks you in, but refuses to spit you out.
Won't let you go, no matter how much you beg.
On your knees in a five hundred dollar suit, and it laughs at you,
Spits in your face and chains you to the wall.
You're in it's clutches for eternity.
Freedom is just a hallucination.
So I'll pretend I'm fine.
I'll smile and walk away.
And on the inside,
I'm dying
This situation,
Not what I imagined
Brings me back to the days
When I sat alone in the dark
Slit my wrists
Call it a night
My scars haunt summer days
Why add to the collection?
Strawberry gashes...
I see them clear as day
And you saved me from myself
It seems like yesterday
You came into my life
Lighting up the room
With a single candle light
And now the room is dark again
But this time, the blame is mine
Will I ever be the same?
Will you ever stop to think...
Maybe she's not so bad
I want you to hate me
At least then you feel something
Instead of nothing
Apathy is a lonely emotion
So I'll rebuild the shrine
To you in my mind
In hopes that one day
We'll somehow be okay
Some things you lose
And some things you just give away
The first three are in the order in which I wrote them. Actually, they're all in the order in which I wrote them. The last one is a poem I accidentally wrote during a breakup with a friend, while we were still fighting. The line at the end, in italics, is not mine. It's a line from a Jack Off Jill song, but I threw it in at the end of the poem, because I thought it fit.
I appreciate honesty in the form of constructive criticism. I never claimed to have any talent, but I quite like these, especially the first, third, and fourth ones. The fourth one is my favourite, though.
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