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Jaime
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I wrote this for english class. Surprisingly my teacher let me read it to the class. I'll warn you ahead of time, it's pretty long. Not normally my style (the length), but she wanted a long narrative poem. So here we go. Untitled/You Decide I could feel the silence transparent and twirling About me like smoke from a fire, whispering The words that I needed/craved/desired To hear: you’re alone. This was my sign, the signaling flare To let me know that it’s okay to run now. It’s okay to go. And I could feel it already swelling in my Pregnant mind, me getting dressed Jeans/sweater/shoes/hat/and no, Not the purse, no one will be calling me And then walking through the hallway, Brimming with anticipation so intense That I could barely force myself to walk I wanted to run (and in time I would fly) The door so thick and white, made Me wonder if doors really like being doors And I bet that they don’t. I almost felt Despair in closing it behind me and walking Away, but surely he would understand that I have a call to answer to Out on the deck and then down the steps, Each one stretching farther than the rest I felt myself stomping in trying to match But I do not stretch I would starve myself on the illusions Of my own image and view, I wondered If they’d say “Isn’t she photogenic?” and “She was so pretty” The hags. The dogs. I’ll show them all And I found myself tearing up, I remembered the day he hung himself He was only 13. I could picture his parents finding (a-swinging, oh a-swinging) Their little son In the basement, there were no Trees I wonder if he could still hear them Arguing after they buried him 6 feet cold Over how deep the gorges really go “We’ll show them,” I told him, “We’ll let everybody know.” Your children are not safe, this Epidemic grows and he hides in the beds Of your bubblegum ambition (so much for roses) You can’t hide in the bedroom, You can’t go down the stairs, You can’t run out the door – The killer is already there And he said, “See you in hell.” As my black chucks hit the Pavement, I could in tune hear The death bell toll The executioner’s swing never misses Anything and I for one was prepared To lose a wing The bloodied feathers, I imagined, would Scatter out over the sidewalk where Communicative little girl scouts Leave their empty chalk trails Square blocks, I skipped the rock – It’s all going to wash away With the next rain Getting closer now, I felt my heart pound I wondered if they’d be there But I would not hold it against them If they did not show up, not everyone Is able to die for the rest of us The pounding became a slow Encompassing drowned, Fell into my well and I can’t Get out now Sinking and sinking, Rolling over again I said, “Give me courage” (Give me death) I felt him nudging me towards Our destination, I guess perhaps I had slowed down Mind moving faster than my feet, My tongue shriveled and cussed - It burst into flies They scatter now, Ready to eat me after I die And when I saw them, I felt my breath disappear The 8 of them, nameless, Gathered by where the sliding Board used to be (now it’s some kind of rocking machine) I smiled, for it is now Complete – the eyes will burn But in our fates they will Learn To look for the karma lines And the gun chambers leaking Out from the insides Not because I heard it from Some rap song, or from a rock video It wasn’t on TV or a video game Naked, your claim is dry and weathered If you want to save your children From the whipping blade – Spare us your convenience blames As a whole/society/breathing state Our eyes are bleeding and Oozing down the sides of our faces We have to find, For finding’s sake What takes hold Inside our beds I hope you’re bleeding For more than just good sex Behind closed doors I really hope That you’re looking for more So there I was, in the trailer park Playground where all can see (but no One sees) The monkey bars looking like they Might just join in with us I think we greeted each other, A simple hello It really didn’t matter What words there were to say, We sat down in a circle and As planned Pulled out our blades I didn’t see who started I think I began to cry Frustrated by my puddles and my Blue sky spells, I cut a deep and Jagged gash into my wrist They disappeared then, All of them As I laid down heavy On the wood chips floor, I felt the blood rushing out Of my weedy tomb They were definitely gone Now, I heard only the crow Mocking our salute Dying and withering, Only ashes now I saw the feathers scatter Over the hard ground (bloody/torn) I was convinced then Your sins won’t be ignored “Neither will yours,” he said to me, but I could see him no more On my tombstone I wondered if they’d write “God Bless Her Soul” to pair with the Plastic flowers of their guilty appreciation But wonder no more would I For you see in the next few moments I died. Life is where you look for it. |
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PoetryIsLife 
since 2001-10-27
Posts 1763...in my boxers... |
The poem was over before it began, memina. You wrote it so well, it... pulled me in to where I forgot myself, and focused on you and the unfolding plot, a perfect (in my opinion) long narrative. Haunting. An exceptional piece, memina. I'll say more later, but it's 3am here.  Goodnight.~Daniel "A life unexamined is not worth living." |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
I agree, in that, you drew me into this. I couldn't stop reading though I was chilled and pulled back in my seat, sqeezing my own wrists to make sure that even I was alive at that moment. Amazingly well done, keep it up. Always, GG - And so it was that time stood still - |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Well-written and potent. A pleasure to read, even though so disturbing. You're a wonderful poet. Mike |
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