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Solitary ( a poem written at the age of 12ish)
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When the going gets tough Alone she sits on the carpet, by her bedside.
a sorrow filler heart of the saddest kind
a mass of curly locks hide her tears from view
and I cant begin to tell you all the hear break/ache shes been through
this young face that cries she sits opposite me in the mirror
she sneaks a glance through the strands of hair sticking to her face
who is this girl? she asks.
She looks a mess! she is totally different to me.
so weak and beaten and little.
not at all strong, bold and confident like me.
she looked into the eyes of the image before her in the mirror
and silently it said:
you and me , we, are the-
No! she cried with exasperation how can this be?
that you are me!
Poetry at Twelve ??? A Miracle !!!!!!
Poetry at Twelve ??? A Miracle !!!!!!
©bishu
Oh my god... you wrote that
Oh my god... you wrote that at 12??? How precious! Kids are so interesting. They think about a lot more than we can imagine. What in he hell happens to us i wonder?
...(oh that's right...work, bills, greed, lust and liquor...lol).
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
ha ha! I loved documentaries
ha ha! I loved documentaries and films and anything I could watch to make me as smart as I could because I always felt so dumb living in a fog... yes I was one of those kids that thought alot about everythign yet I was muted by not being able to read and write. this one was one of the first few poems I wrote after the grueling process of decoding my own way through my dyslexic fog and I guess I was maybe looking at it now writing about my feelings and projecting them through the safety of a character. perhaps. I was always considered quiet and contemplated and on rare occasions when i spoke deep. hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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