Teen Poetry #6 |
damaged, frail, frantic, numb, left, gone, snow, goodbye. |
clumsy Member
since 2002-10-10
Posts 106canada. |
I haven’t eaten in two days my stomach feels too hungry, too full for her I hate fighting, if this is even a fight I have being this way I can’t stop this ache anymore. On my way to school this morning I walked by the church by my old house. There was a even deeper ache a neglect. I wish we could work it out I wish I never talked to her yesterday afternoon so maybe nothing would have came out of my mouth and the three weeks would never have ended (it’s been almost two weeks without seeing eachother anyways.) I mean if I’m making her unhappy and this is what she wants okay. I don’t know what I want, I know I want her to feel her skin on mine, her lips on mine. I wonder if she cries about it I wonder if she has to pinch herself in the middle of class to stop herself from crying I do. and I just want to die. I was thinking last night if this does all go down the drain, I really don’t have anything left but lies I was thinking, I’ll run away, not from reality but from my house. I don’t really know where and I don’t really care. Maybe to the warehouse, maybe hop a train to another city. and I’m serious about this I know it’s running away from my problems but I don’t care. This weekend I’ll do it this weekend. God, what am I thinking? |
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cherish Senior Member
since 2001-03-25
Posts 1639swimming in fairy floss........... |
I think jenmistress is a girl, just dont tell him that eh? About the poem, it read like a confused mix and babble of a person who's just lost something special....this struck me cuz I SWEAR it wcould have been written by Alex. I actually had to check the sn and the writing to make sure (oh and the situation is a bit different too). All in all, I hope you come to some form of happiness...whether it be with her or without Are you scared? BOO! Are you now? |
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EleanorMoonbaby Member
since 2002-09-02
Posts 202England, UK |
I loved this. It strikes me as being the rant of someone who feels that, after a break up, life is worth nothing. And, like many, I know the feeling. Well done. Ellie High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds; there sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly.... |
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