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I'm outgoing, accepting, funny, wise, random, creative, deep. "I am intricate simplicity" I am my own individual, and refuse to follow the mainstream of the majority. I don't like being restricted by labels.... I'm just comfortably me.... I love to write poetry because it defines who i am. I love to write about whatever life throws my way. I write about how i feel and about how other's feel, most of the time when i'm writing it has no relevance until sometime later..... I guess u can call it writing ahead of my time

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

UNTITLED (1.17.10)

I stepped outside and pulled my jacket closer to me... it had to be every bit of 20 degrees

the night was golden frosted in cold... and yet I continued to stand alone...
I looked into the sky, which seemed to be just as lonely as I
I looked up in search of my last strand of hope... but tonight... the stars did not shimmer... they did not gleam... they stood still in silence as the wind bitterly chipped away at my skin



I wanted to talk to the moon... but I had no clue where to begin... Do I start with the beginning, or do I simply just skip to the end? I was hesitant for a while... frantically searching through my thoughts that were projected by the indifferences of my heart.... I could sense the moon growing impatient as my thoughts continued to bounce about in my mind... It wasn’t long before the moon decided to depart and retreat behind the clouds... and with each second that passed the night became loud creating a state of mayhem within me...



I grew agitated with the wind as it continued to bitterly and fiercely chip away at my skin... I hung my head low... gazing around at the ground beneath my feet... I thought to myself.. Is this really me? Is this really who I am? This person… this being who is slowly sinking into destruction as my world crumbles before me…….Everything that I have known… everything that I have worked for… is rapidly becoming no more… and I…I… I am breaking… I am falling… I…. am….. Failing



I could hear the grass inching upward towards me….. Grabbing at my feet…. I have grown tired of twisting and bending for others pleasures…. Jumping through hoops as if I were a circus freak….. The main attraction, center ring….. Running around in circles for the crowd while attached to a leash…… the grass grew taller as I just stood there planted to the ground, waiting to be submerged with soil of being through.. I prayed that the groundskeeper would not come and fertilize me, but instead let me wither in the winter as if I were a bad seed . Rotting like the forgotten trees of winter’s miseries

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