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You tell me I will never be who I want to be
and I believe this because I know you're more real
than those who I can touch, those I can really hear.
You do not promise me a happy ending but merely
give me another reason to tie the rope around my neck
to dangle by a thread and gasp for air because as you said
I will never be more to them a fading memory or a nuisance.
It's a perfect way to go you chant and I want to cry
because I know deep down you are wrong but today...
You sound so right.
and I believe this because I know you're more real
than those who I can touch, those I can really hear.
You do not promise me a happy ending but merely
give me another reason to tie the rope around my neck
to dangle by a thread and gasp for air because as you said
I will never be more to them a fading memory or a nuisance.
It's a perfect way to go you chant and I want to cry
because I know deep down you are wrong but today...
You sound so right.
Literature
Nuisance
They say come like it's fine
Like they would never mind
Like I'm not a nuisance
But it makes absolutely no sense
I am the slowest, & always injured
I'm not gonna ever be, I'm hindered.
Varsity is the last thing I'll be
That's one thing even I can see
JV is my home.
From there I'll never roam.
Cause I'm useless, unimportant
I am just a number, a constant.
Constant disappointment to everyone
Well it's ok I'm almost done.
That's what's great about being a senior.
You get privileges over the underclassman, you get more.
Then there's me.
Me with my bad knee.
He said come, come compete.
Everybody loves when I'm at a meet.
Because I cheer the
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
Literature
Kristin's Teeth
We were awake together all night long
On the sidewalk in the damp dark
I watch the snow make slow time,
I crave a midnight something,
Scary memories fill my mouth -
Sick as a dog, shaking like a leaf,
You were driving circles around me.
I’m sorry to say I was in love
Hades has the medicine:
Your face in paragraphs,
Indigent darkness,
An animal stuffed with my frustration -
Drive her off, don’t bother to call.
We should all be free.
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hmmm I have this epic tittle but it didnt fit the poem
"The monster under the bed is now in my head"
lol
"The monster under the bed is now in my head"
lol
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This is so good! The sruggles within over good and evil... so well written! And I like title in the comments, hope you match a poem up with that or write a poem around it - good line!