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Dominique Yates May 2014
It’s 1:33 as the teacher calls on me.. Dominique, are you in there?

I respond with “I’m thinking of my future but not the one you’d hope for me the one I aspire to see, writing things with passion maybe even screaming why I chose to be this way. Why I don’t show up to school until the fourth period bell rings because every Friday we read our feelings out loud that we throw on a piece of paper, I wait at the stairs when the fifth bell calls his name, run up the stairs to see him smile, Everyday. I don’t really know why I’m here and why I’m afraid to speak up this way.”

Dominique, are you in there?

I respond with a thoughtless look of just go away, you’re too dense to hear what I have to say.
Dominique Yates May 2014
You're messaging me back
*Finally
Dominique Yates May 2014
Fresh breathe of coffee beans
Clinging and clinking of fine china mugs
Quiet Whisper’s; typing of keyboards pages flipping; sighs from about

At the coffee café
I will make a choice on a stupid ******* book about the love within one.
Maybe I’ll read about a dinosaurs’ life even though every single **** right now hasn’t even seen one.
I could read about death and get more depressed or leave the coffee café for another wasted day.

I walk outside the coffee café to chirping lullabies and cars pacing by. I lay on the grass with the book of my choice: One fish, Two fish, Red fish, Blue fish; Yes, I know Im a 16 year old girl with dark brown skin, sophisticated clothing reading a Dr. Seuss book, SUE ME; but let me be free for this rhyming time of Dr. Seuss and this stupid thing I have going on.
Dominique Yates May 2014
My train of thought never ends
It goes on and on
It doesn’t stop for anyone, not even me
If you step in the way
It moves around
Knowing you’re doing it just to stop the pain
The sound of screams
Your happiness over mine
It will crush me before it thinks about you
As you see its my
Train of Thought
But the whistle has finally stopped
It has pushed me down,
Run around,
But never caught me until now
It has run me over,
The Pain Train has stopped;
its annoyance of me and the pessimistic dream
  May 2014 Dominique Yates
Nothing
****
i know its typical but
i wish you still looked at me like you did
your eyes are an ocean
and im lost at sea
i forgot how to swim.

i know its typical but
i'd swallow poison
if it tasted like you.
especially
if it tasted like you.

i know its typical but
it feels like you were the only drug i need
popping painkillers never compared to
you.

i know its typical but
feeling your lips felt like
being giddy, high, drunk
you were ***** when the times got rough.

i know its typical but
i miss you
oops this is lame
Dominique Yates May 2014
I sliced my wrist at 11:03
I’m sorry I left you
It’s too much for me
I apologized to you as I hurt myself repeatedly

I apologized to the people I feel hate me
Drama ***** my heart dry
When I have to clean my wrist every night

I’m sorry that I was a waste
But you really were my thought of day

I wish it didn’t have to end this way
But my last goodbye will be in my head
I cut too deep into your heart; I will save you the trouble and stab my arm

I’m sorry
But I’m leaving pretty soon;
Hopefully you’ll never see me again

I still love you

**The End
My ex told me I broke his trust.. And I ****** up.
Dominique Yates May 2014
she picks the nail polish off her nails
words cut her open when at school
when the sizeable switchblade slashes her skin
her curly hair covers her face
her teachers actions stress her out
paper is thrown as she gets off the bus
a mile she walks as she gets taunted
she slams the door to find love and affection
a smile on her face as school is not a thought
In her bed alone;
Darkness creeps
Schizophrenic ways
Fire inside
Rusted blades
she wakes up at night to find morning again;
Sizeable Switchblade
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