Okay, well I wrote this to calm myself down a couple months ago. Because I didn't want to get upset... so instead I wrote until I felt better.
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Yes. I hate this
Though as a general
Rule, I do not use that word
What; creates this?
While we cannot always
Feel this tension—it’s so cold
We have all felt this before
Impersonal. Dark.
And I—I don’t want to be here
Anymore
I want to slip away and hide
In the strongholds of my mind—and soul
Where I have been before, Midnight
Do I—should I run away now?
I want to slip away and run
In the wilderness of our town—our home
Where feet have never been before, Aurora
Lost, in your street’s lights
Deteriorating bricks glow red and green
Fox River condemns the garbled sights
Chuckles at a one-way street—serene
Currently this dead, sub-zero night
Over yonder, not a shadow,
Though as ghostly
Stands, the young girl—thin and pale
Life has followed her here
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About Me
- Midnight
- I, myself, am an INFP. But that doesn’t really tell you much about me. So, here’s a bit: I like to cross-stitch. I like to write songs, poems, et cetera. I like to play guitar. I like to sing. I like to hang out with my friends from Salt Co. I like to help at Feed My Starving Children {www.fmsc.org}. I like cats better than dogs, but Havanese are awesome. I like it here in the Midwest. I like fish as pets, not food. I like being 16. I bet I like you. I like my personal relationship with God more than any of those other things.
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1 comment:
Er, that's odd. I commented the other day and it didn't shown up. Well, here goes again.
Love the last stanza but in all it's an amazing poem. *heh* I like how you incorporate where you live...it makes it more real and personal.
-Steffi
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