POEMS
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08
09
10
"Unseen" (01)
Daggers at my throat, in my eyes
People watch and whisper
White that should be red walks 'round the tables
Petals fall, they fly
Blood is shed invisibly
Hatred that should be love floats about
"A Regular Sitting" (02)
I stick my toes into the
Holes
Of my couch.
They aren't really
Holes,
Just the indentations made by buttons.
I stare at the painting on the white
Wall
Next to the couch.
The painting is of
Oil
and it is smooth.
A drop of water falls into the
Pool
That I call my mind
And I am blinded.
Happiness is fake. Interesting moments aren't
Real.
I see my personal, little
Blackboard.
I see the violet sky turning
Dark.
I see myself, and I am practically
Worthless.
"Helplessness" (03)
There's a gray, brick wall.
It used to be red brick, but perhaps it
Faded.
No one sees the small animal lying on the road.
Its time has passed; help came too
Late.
I can almost feel the thick water
Rise above my head, entering my nasal passages. My arms
Reach
for a hand, But will ever find one?
"Chilled" (04)
The harsh wind blows.
My hands become cold.
Unfulfilled moments are passed by.
My heart contracts painfully within my chest.
It is hard to breath.
I look around for a ledge to lean onto,
but I'm sitting, ankles crossed, in front of my house.
I hear crickets, airplanes; I see the opaque cerulean sky.
I'm alone in the darkness.
It's cold.
"Mode" (05)
Cold, Hard Steel.
A Reflectionless mirror stares back at me.
Forest Green cannot help me,
Although I wish it could've happened.
I tried.
Light, to Dark, to Light, to Dark.
Sleep engulfs my
Waking Moments.
My eyes droop at the thought of
Everything.
Repetition is a mode of mind.
Blankness is a constant visage.
My dog's eyes are more emotional
Than mine.
Cold, Hard Steel.
"Teeth Marks" (06)
Clean, white
Walls.
Attractive, happy faces.
Roses and the smell of newly cooked food.
Gray tiled floor.
Sitting together during dinner.
Spoons and forks make
Sounds.
Glasses filled with liquid.
The Uneasiness can be detected plainly.
Eyes shift; They
Glance
From green to brown, brown, brown.
I can see the teeth marks on the wall
From my dog.
"Hurt" (07)
I sit there everyday after school
I really can't say that it's hurting me
But it still hurts
Has no one observed my behavior?
I sit there everyday after school
I really can't say that it's hurting me
But it still hurts because
I'm crying out for help.
I sit there everyday after school
I really can't say that it's hurting me
But it still hurts because
Everyone is too busy to notice me.
I sit there everyday after school
I really can't say that it's hurting me
But it still hurts because
The one person that I want helping me is ignorant.
I sit there everyday after school
I really can't say that it's hurting me
But it still hurts
I don't think I'll go there anymore.
"Innocence" (08)
She sits looking out of her window
She's sitting on the windowsill, her forehead against
The Glass
Her tongue runs over her teeth
She's just eaten a caramel apple
She wears black and has dark hair
Her eyes are dark, but light in color
She's watching a black cat outside of her window
The cat sits in the middle of The Street
"Beauty" (09)
Pieces of a cracked mirror lay on
the Floor
She chews thoughtfully on a
red Lollipop
Her hair is clean; her teeth are
Straight
Neat, French-tip acrylics adorn
her Nails
She attends all of the football games with
her Boyfriend
She does all of her homework on
Time
"Lethargy" (10)
My eyelids droop
It is twelve hours and thirty minutes on the
Clock
I cannot rest
I cannot sleep
I hear the television rumbling
I hear the laughter ringing
I can also hear the fan blowing
Wind into my wet school shoes
