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1.7k · Sep 2014
The perfect Jadedsoul
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
Jaded soul

Your  compassion, your soul ,your kindness

written in words with such finesse

The words that you wrote for me to commemorate

All so powerful and strong

Although you said you could not, your words made me feel as if you could relate

Giving me so many reasons as to where I belong

My pain and suffering all present,past,and future taken away for moments in your words that were timeless.
Here is a poem to JadedSoul thanking you for your kindness.
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
Quiet
Very quiet
Super quiet

Respectful
Well thought
Understanding
Careful in thought
Fantastic listener

Doesn’t talk much
Should try to speak more
I would like to hear more from you

Very creative
Mature in manner
Gets along well with everyone


Try raising your hand more
I see you raising your hand
“I do raise my hand; I try to speak up
No one ever calls on me
So, I gave up”

Quiet
Very quiet
Super quiet

Yeah, I get that a lot
I know what you say isn’t all you got
Yeah, I get that a lot

Unfocused is definitely the reason not
For speaking not a lot

Prefers to listen
Really good at understanding information


Has a hard time getting thoughts out
Maybe because you have some doubt
I don’t really know

Prefers to listen
Open to all opinions

“A good student isn’t necessarily one who has most to say but one who has most to think.”
This is a New Found poem from a collection of teachers notes and comments of my class conduct over the 13 years of schooling.
582 · Jul 2015
We left
Erin Lynn Jul 2015
I left him for you,the one I came back too.
I left you in hope for my return and be with you is what i yearn.
I left and you couldnt handle it ,hurting me in every bit
You left me to wait for me to arrive but what happened left the relationship unable to revive.
You left me  to express my thoughts that has brought my heart to knots
You left me and still try to be kind I lost the hope of true love I believed with you I would find
I left you because I don't come back to my past the pain would always last
You left me with  lost trust making me feel like something you only lust
We left each other with no abilty to return to one another
574 · Nov 2014
Over emotional love
Erin Lynn Nov 2014
I spent three hours crying
I felt like I was dying
Simply because I couldn't be with you
Staying at home alone nothing to do
If I said I am fine I would be lying
Because when I am with you I am flying
521 · Sep 2014
A Clean Mess
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
I'm emotional
In an emotionless mess
With no feelings felt
Haiku
486 · Nov 2014
Triangle of petals
Erin Lynn Nov 2014
He loves me
He likes me
I love him
He loves me not
He wants me as his wife
He's sweet
He is  meant to be in my life
Planning with him is a feat
He doesn't say never
I want to be with him forever
I have to be with him
I don't mind being with him
I need to be with him
479 · Sep 2014
Flash
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
Flash on
Skin out in the open. Bare.
Flash out
I can only feel for it is to dark to see.
Flash on
I stare at my skin. The slice so deep it would need serious care.
Flash Out
I feel the emotional pain bleeding out from me.
Flash on
My skin mixed in colors between dark red and lightly fair.
Flash out
I just want to sit in the darkness and be
Flash on
Reality comes back. Lights turn on with a painful glare.
Flash out
I'm back. In the darkness where I feel damage free.
477 · Sep 2014
A forewarning
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
Mommy, Daddy, Sister, and Brother.
I hope you will all be there for one another.                                  
However you feel, help deal with the emotions that you feel just aren't real. For my friends, I give you all lots of love I send.
For all the good and the bad. The ups and the downs.
I want you to remember me as I show my love for you even though I don’t make any sounds.

My life is all just to hard to explain. This is how I express my pain. I am no longer sane, I have lost my last tear stain, now its is time for a bloodstain.
I LOVE you all, I just cant seem to keep up my life without a down fall.
I wouldn't call this a suicide note for I am not going on that boat. I wouldn't call this a death letter, because by the time I die life may be all better. I am still right here physically, but my spirit has died mentally.
I just wanted to let you hear my love, but tell you  the fear for love towards me I never feel of.
  I never did let my emotions show, so this poem is sort of  a forewarning in case I do blow.
450 · Sep 2014
Memory of Reality
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
I lay in my bed. Eyes thought to be open but not. I check the clock. It is 3:05 A.m. it is late. Maybe it won’t happen tonight. I close my eyes and leave myself to try and sleep happy thoughts. Then I hear a clang. I check the clock 3:09 A.M.  9 minutes late. I hear another thump and then a bang. I squeeze my eyes shut and hope that I don’t see anything but I do.
          
     A little girl’s eyes pure white with no pupils representing innocence. . Her outfit like any other little girls. Full of miss matched clothing and two sparkly bobby pins attaching a beret off of her dangling head. Her mouth holds no evidence of emotion for the rest of her pale face. All you can see is purity, and feel a hint of revenge. She walks closer to my face in the best way possible after having been pushed off a cliff and breaking several bones.  I scoot back to avoid her. No use she get closer than ever. Her mouth opens as if she is going to say something. But not teeth and a tongue make it difficult to get anything out. Then she lets out a loud high screech that echoes off the walls of the currently black room. The screech is uncomprehending but for some reason you just know she is saying that she will get her revenge. Frightened I do what I know to do every night I open my eyes to come back to reality and hide from tomorrow night when I will be once again haunted by this memory.
413 · Sep 2014
That word
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
I research a word that is a huge part of me yet so vague. I look up the word at least once a day but every time I see it my mind just drifts away. I have enough knowledge to know what is going on with me but not enough sense of self to make me see. I read every book,I browse the internet. I go everywhere possible to look,
all for this word of torment. The word I look up and know so well is the same word that made my life a living hell.
397 · Sep 2014
What if this is Hell?
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
What if my human is one other’s monster
If this world is someone else’s hell
If everyone is a transfigured impostor

Teaching us all to accept as youngsters
Leaving us into oblivion, prohibiting reality to dwell
What if my human is one other’s monster

Reprimanding those whom minds wander
Can our lives really be all that swell
If everyone is a transfigured impostor

Knowledge unable to prosper
As if at birth we were put under a spell
What if my human is one other’s monster

Could anyone find the answer
Can anyone tell
If everyone is a transfigured impostor

Our minds need to ponder
Think and decide all questions and know our society is not well
What if my human is one other’s monster
And if everyone is a transfigured impostor?
Villanelle
377 · Sep 2014
Silent walls
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
Banging and Smashing, Pounding and Thrashing against the cold surrounding brick wall

Yelling and shouting hoping for someone to hear your call

Nobody knows, so no one answers at all

Thinking in silence, while you pound the wall in violence. Using up every ounce of your nonexistence energy until you fall

Sliding down to sit in silence, as a tear slips, tasting it on your pink lips. Giving up and beginning to bawl.

only to wait for the never coming person to break down that wall.
360 · Sep 2014
Night Eyes
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
A little lady lie lonely late at night
Staring at the blank black backs of her eyes
A gruesome image appears in her sight
A little lady lie lonely late at night
No beauty and no visible light
The pictures of things she loathes and despise
A little lady lie lonely late at night
Staring at the blank black backs of her eyes
Triolet
324 · Sep 2014
I DON'T KNOW
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
Are you there?  Where Are you? Where am I? Where are we? Am I here?
I look around , up,  and back I see people look at life in color. I look around and see my world in black
Where are we really? Am I here or am I really there? Am I suppose to be here? Or was I suppose to be there?
Have I been found? Will I ever be safe and sound?  ****** is my life going to be filled with doubt?
I don’t know anything , anything at all. I am sitting here clueless as to what life is about
My life is one big question mark and I am living it all in the Dark.
304 · Sep 2014
To Awake To Sleep
Erin Lynn Sep 2014
~To Awake to sleep~

I
         Am
               Falling
                             Asleep
I
         Don’t
                  Think
I
         Will
                     Wake
                                                         Up

I
                                Am
                                                  Falling
                                                         Into
        A
                    Coma
                                        So
                                                       Deep
No
                                One
                                         Can
INTERRUPT
               Let
                       The
                                 Tears
                                    Weep
W
    I
T
     H
E
   V
E
    R
Y

G
    A
P
   I
N
   G

CUT
Concrete Poem

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