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It’s quite sad really
A strange phenomenon
I never really got it
I cared enough
I tried enough
I worked enough
They impaired me
They lied to me
They irked me
We parted ways
Though I wanted to stay
To keep my thoughts at bay
In your eyes
I’m a plaything
And I just let it happen
But now I’m alone
But even at home
I sleep in another bed
So my guard is up
And my mouth is shut
And so is my head
Maybe I’ll find someone
Who cares enough
To try and keep me safe
It’ll be later
But I can wait forever
If they’ll be my always
A strange phenomenon
I never really got it
I cared enough
I tried enough
I worked enough
They impaired me
They lied to me
They irked me
We parted ways
Though I wanted to stay
To keep my thoughts at bay
In your eyes
I’m a plaything
And I just let it happen
But now I’m alone
But even at home
I sleep in another bed
So my guard is up
And my mouth is shut
And so is my head
Maybe I’ll find someone
Who cares enough
To try and keep me safe
It’ll be later
But I can wait forever
If they’ll be my always
Literature
Rosie
There was a girl who wandered off...
She never came back,
Even when the skylight turned black
There was worry, there was fear
But the town accepted
The truth was here
A cold case
A story for no one to hear
Day after day the autumn grows dark
The town, the people, the flowers in the park
All had dread for good news might never come
Dead in the ground?
Where has she gone?
But it all went by, one cry at a time
Only aged 11 ,but did it matter?
Her family was shattered
Every day was the same despair
But there was a boy who actually cared
He took flight on his red bicycle and didn't stop
He got to her house and his heart dro
Literature
Where I'm From
Where I'm From
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
The horri
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My Reflection
My reflection
Oh, how I hate that mirror
Please break it down
The nights I stand gazing,
I'm on my knees, begging you please
I don't want to look anymore...
No, I don't want to see
The
Ghost staring back at me
Driving me to insanity
Stuck in between…
Glass and false reflections
Taking over me
Even I don't recognize myself
I don’t know the person staring at me
I know it’s me
CAN’T YOU SEE!
I’M IN TOO DEEP!
This feeling, itches….
Down inside flesh and bone
Why do you laugh, when I cry?
Why did I do the things you told me to?
You reflect back at me
I know what my eyes cannot see
I will never be
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i'm not back. i just wanted to post a poem and there was no where else to post. that's all.
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That's amazing. Loved it.