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Once I possessed vibrancy I embodied light I lit the world anew with color bending the spectrum With wit, a queen of metaphor, With all the warmth a world could stand Once I held captive the eyes of everyone I passed My hips transformed faces to Christmas lights strung together aglow in my presence, blinking contentment I did all the rising a person could do I penetrated people in new ways daily Once I was vague with beauty It just swelled up inside of me In ways I couldn’t define And my fingers typed it out And my mouth spat it into the earth And trees would grow birthing fruit Blessed with youth Once I was a woman of meaning With aspiration with depth of a soul (I thought it was my birthright) that could split atoms into betterness zapped to life minus the bitterness Once I meant more to me And thought ovens were for baking Lived separate from isolation Once I didn’t walk, I floated And you could read it off the page And if you read it, you got me instantly and we were one Once I could separate pleasure and pain I thought college was a place of learning Love was a possibility And when I read Vonnegut I thought he was beautifully dark And not beautifully honest. Once I could figure out a way to end this poem With grace, with punctuation And elegance Without rambling on About who I used to be. Once I was powerful Now I just am.
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
i am no longer, a poem written after midnight is rarely a thing of beauty.
Once I possessed vibrancy I embodied light I lit the world anew with color bending the spectrum With wit, a queen of metaphor, With all the warmth a world could stand Once I held captive the eyes of everyone I passed My hips transformed faces to Christmas lights strung together aglow in my presence, blinking contentment I did all the rising a person could do I penetrated people in new ways daily Once I was vague with beauty It just swelled up inside of me In ways I couldn’t define And my fingers typed it out And my mouth spat it into the earth And trees would grow birthing fruit Blessed with youth Once I was a woman of meaning With aspiration with depth of a soul (I thought it was my birthright) that could split atoms into betterness zapped to life minus the bitterness Once I meant more to me And thought ovens were for baking Lived separate from isolation Once I didn’t walk, I floated And you could read it off the page And if you read it, you got me instantly and we were one Once I could separate pleasure and pain I thought college was a place of learning Love was a possibility And when I read Vonnegut I thought he was beautifully dark And not beautifully honest. Once I could figure out a way to end this poem With grace, with punctuation And elegance Without rambling on About who I used to be. Once I was powerful Now I just am.
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dani-cunningham
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
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