Hey. I kno I havent worked on this page lately but I'm gonna start posting my poems. Starting with older ones and working my way up. I think I'll start with…3.
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I am the Barren plain,
And the ones you've slain.
I am the wind whispering through the trees,
I am those wishing to be free.
I am the water that laps against the shore,
I myself have cried for many more.
I am the rising moon,
I am the man knowing death will be soon.
I am the child lying in his bed,
I am the one you wish were dead.
I am the one who cries while she sleeps,
I am the widow who now weeps.
I am the land drenched in blood,
I am the child playing in the mud.
I am the one you said you loved,
I am the dork in the dark corner you shoved.
The Broken Window
I sit here by the window,
Staring out the broken pane,
Kids walk by, about my age,
They see me and whisper.
They shout rude things.
One picks up a stone and throws it,
It hits the wall to my right and bounces harmlessly into the dry grass.
I look at the stone 'till my vision blurs,
And in front of me is a girl.
Her eyes show sadness,
From more years than her face reveals.
Her shoulders sag from unseen burden,
And her skin is losing luster.
Her lips are pursed from unknown years, of watching her students fail.
Permanent trails run down her cheeks, from far too many tears for others.
Darkness rings her eyes,
From too many nights spent up, Crying, Hoping, Waiting, Worrying.
The sky above her head is red,
From all the blood she's felt, feels, will feel shed
And the grass beneath her feet is dry,
From all she feels her mother feel.
I try to reach out, to help, to comfort, to tell her its okay,
But my hand hits broken glass,
Rose blood drips,
Alas, it was only a reflection.
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People
I know enough about people,
to know what they know.
I think enough about people,
to know what they think.
I've seen enough,
to know what they see.
I've done enough,
to know what people do.
