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The Wake
For far too long I've been feeling lame with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Looking for the answer on another's paper without realizing we aren't taking the same test. My peers dropping A-bomb judgements where there is no True room to contest. Believing that choosing to not feed into this broken system is to fall short of individual best. How do you know what path I should lead better than the heart can see? Clouded expectations of where I'm supposed to be creates my valued reality. Not completely comprehending why I'm trying to fit in isn't Truly me since society's lies and secular pride have deceived my mind into this life I reap. Taught to hold on to pain and animosity against those who have betrayed this muscle that beats. Placing the blame on everyone except the mirror I meet due to this fear of trauma held subconsciously. Only through persistent introspection am I able to create a new perception aligned with a free flowing mentality on this actuality.
By Matthew Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
Slit
As I sit awake and bed I watched as my father turns into mom, kid, and sir who rapes me. I never know what to expect and I'm always alert because I never know the next person knocking on my door. Hey Kate do you wanna play? Well I'm your friend so open up anyway I dash to the door with a smile on my face... Hey kid!, Hey kid! Do u wanna play? You. You may be my only friend it's just the body you're in walk away for one minute and your mommy again. Honey its late it's time to go to bed your father wishes you good night and so does your friend. As I took in and start to close my eyes mother walks out and there again is my horrible surprise. Sir not tonight I promise I'll be good I won't yell nor scream even though I feel I should. The next morning I wake up with hurts and pains I make breakfast for my friend but add something a little strange. 30 minutes go by and my dad comes walking in with a smile on his face. Kate how have you been is what he states. He turns to his left drops to his knees and screams Kate what have you done by then I've ended my own pain slits down my wrist as my eyes roll back he holds me and says you were all I had.
By Pooka Mitchell8 years ago in Poets
Poison
I breathe in the toxins of my own pride. My own self fulfilling prophecy that someday I will succeed. That someday I will be someone. I am someone. The corrupter of my own fate. The empty glass that falls to the ground and breaks apart into a million dangerous shards. The quivering hand that writes the letters that spell out "You. Will. Be. Nothing."
By Christopher Foster8 years ago in Poets
