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I remember when everything seemed easier than now,
So long ago at it feels like but a wisp of memory.
Recalling times in my childhood years, tossed about inside,
Tumbling like leaves in the wind, strewn about within
Crevices of myself, containing fragments of who I was,
Minute keys to the future of who I would become.
Looking back to the first friends I had, no secrets to keep,
Never looking back, wondering if there was something more.
Reflecting on days long gone, before problems like
Fears, concerns, worries about what others see in me,
Placed alongside what they seen in the world itself,
Predating all these aspects of my life as it is today.
Still, the years have changed me for the better, molding me,
Forming me into a more responsible and courteous person,
More than the selfish brat I was, seeing only me
Thought all situations, longing only to have the spotlight
Shine on me forever, not caring what happened to others
and holding dreams that would only better myself.
I recall how people's views started to change as did the world
With the crumbling of structures and the onset of war.
See how we have changed in these short years that have past?
Watching slowly as our words and gestures break them down.
The people around us, our friends, our countrymen, whey,
Perhaps we are not so much different from way back then,
Just children in the world, never understanding anything.
So long ago at it feels like but a wisp of memory.
Recalling times in my childhood years, tossed about inside,
Tumbling like leaves in the wind, strewn about within
Crevices of myself, containing fragments of who I was,
Minute keys to the future of who I would become.
Looking back to the first friends I had, no secrets to keep,
Never looking back, wondering if there was something more.
Reflecting on days long gone, before problems like
Fears, concerns, worries about what others see in me,
Placed alongside what they seen in the world itself,
Predating all these aspects of my life as it is today.
Still, the years have changed me for the better, molding me,
Forming me into a more responsible and courteous person,
More than the selfish brat I was, seeing only me
Thought all situations, longing only to have the spotlight
Shine on me forever, not caring what happened to others
and holding dreams that would only better myself.
I recall how people's views started to change as did the world
With the crumbling of structures and the onset of war.
See how we have changed in these short years that have past?
Watching slowly as our words and gestures break them down.
The people around us, our friends, our countrymen, whey,
Perhaps we are not so much different from way back then,
Just children in the world, never understanding anything.
Literature
{An Education}
It's like death
Precious notions
You gasp-
Collapse into the vertigo
The world where things take shape
Destroy and Recreate
So much so that your mind is a stranger
You might as well
Be dead
Real death
By yourself and left to fend
Ideas and opinions broken and then
Changed into a likeness of Truth, you mend
Pieces joined, and while there's freedom again
Sleepless nights-
Your pulled
Left and right
Thoughts hidden in plain sight
Tangled sheets you try to fight
And toss and turn in the night
Because
It most times gray
And (never) black and white
Pulls the wool form over your eyes
Your thoughts have changed and you realize
"You're learning.
Literature
Her Life
I saw her life in those eyes
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
long-tol
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Witches Are People Too!
She sat with her back against the seat, the clacking of the wheels against the rails luring her in and out daydreams. Normally on trips of this length, she would put in her earbuds, crank up her music, and drift off for the majority of the trip, but she was far too excited this time. Her mother had even had to give her something to help her sleep last night, something she hadn't needed for a few years. This was it. This was her year. Her mother had finally told her that she was ready. Just two days ago on her thirteenth birthday, her mother had revealed it was time for her to go live with her aunt. All the girls went to live on her aunt's "fa
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Just something I wrote in English class as part of an assignment last year. Well, not the one that just past, but the one before that. It was a free-writing exercise, more an attempt as spurring thought than a solid assignment like an essay or something of that nature. Thought there was some good parts about it, even though its even more free-thought than my other pieces. It's an interesting type of literature that's almost like prose, but I put it in poetry because of the line breaks.
As always, I appreciate your comments and feedback.
As always, I appreciate your comments and feedback.
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I really like this one. I had flash backs while reading it... it makes me think about us as individual people and our universal goal... very nicely written!