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  Nov 2014 Theara Steglaidias
Syzygy
I sat on the floor, my face buried in my hands
Slowly I watched her shadow fade-
Never coming back.
As those words rang in my ears,
Deafening, refining-
Slowly but beautifully killing me.

Never coming back.
I slowly drone her voice piercing me all over
As if a pin kept pricking my body
With enough force to cause an eternal agony-
But not enough to ****,
To put me out of my misery.

My soul, slowly breaking-
Alive, but dead inside.
Her voice, deafening, beautiful-
Never coming back.
**This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven".
So often I find myself
Engrossed in conversations
I am not a part of
When I am alone
On the bus
At school
In any shop
I hear interesting snippets
Of stories
Or annoying gossip
Sometimes I will
Count how many times
They say like
One girl
Said it 37 times
In six minutes
I laugh at peoples jokes
Or the stupidity of their statements
To amuse myself
And pass time
I know you do too
Because we hear something hilarious
Or weird
Or something we wish we hadn't
And we make eye contact
And laugh
At the weird things you hear
While eavesdropping
Yeah that just happened. I promise I am mostly not a a stalker, just occasionally.
The flakes came
The day after Halloween
Large
Cold
They stuck to the ground
First since that short
Unexpected
Snowfall
In the second week of school
Before Summer returned
But
Now the snow is here to stay
We made it to halloween
Which is a remarkable feat
For my city
Winter can come now
I am ready
I can survive through
The cold dark days
Because we made it to halloween
Please repost if snow comes to early for you.
I sat on a rock and stared
At
This isn't a poem. It's a challenge.
I want you to write a poem inspired by my profile picture (incase you can't tell, it is a duck)
So basically I would like you to create a poem using the first line above and tell me about a duck.
Sorry that is a really weird request. I just want to see what you can come up with :)
The others wrote you letters
To explain why they couldn't stand you anymore
The next day you asked me
Where we stood
Since I didn't write you a 'hate' letter
What I said was too polite
So here is what I should have said

You treated me like ****
Stomped on me
Then waited until I picked myself up
To push me down again

So long I didn't notice
What you were really doing
I would come back
To apologize to you

Mistakenly

You had all of your friends
Dancing around
Controlled by you
Puppets, our strings in your hands

But a few of us
Had just come alive
Opened our eyes
And saw the truth

That you don't care about anyone
You just care that they care
But now I don't care
Go light yourself on fire

Guess What?

Family is forever
But friends don't have to be
I guess you forgot
We made a choice

Also known as a mistake
To be your "friend"
And I was a true friend to you
To bad it was one sided

In case no one ever taught you
Here is the definition of friendship
Two people who can trust each other
To give and take fairly from the other
To love them
A care about them

I should have said
That I can't give anymore
At some point a well
Has to run dry
I had nothing more to give you

If you could have stopped
Tearing at us
Ripping us down
You wouldn't have lost 3
Of the very best friends anyone could ask for

By hating our friendship
You excluded yourself
It's not our fault
It's yours

So if I ever have to see you again
My face will tell you to die
Even though my words did not
The day I said goodbye

If you are happy without me
Great.
If you aren't
Even Better

Just in case it wasn't clear

I hope you die in a hole.
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A very deep hole.
Sorry this is so long. It's not really a poem. It's more of a hate letter. Repost is you feel the same way about someone.
Darkened room
Soft voices
I enter
Moving quietly
I don't belong
Every movement is deafening
The group's voices rise together
We make eye contact
I turn to leave through a dark, narrow stairwell
I hear the voices
In haunting harmony
Chase me through the hall
Every word I write
Every paper I use

I am killing trees

Every word you write
Every paper you use

You are killing trees

Every homework assignment given
Every essay turned in

We are all killing trees

We do it so naturally
A press of a button
A stroke of a pen

Trees are so fragile
Like a life

If we can **** trees so easily
Who says we will think more about destroying anything else
Including each other

So next time you reach for paper
Think of trees
Think of life
I love trees. :)
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