And then I came here.
thrown in a room with another
you, the four of you.
brand new minds to
mold.
tell you anything i want to mold you here
tweak and
twist
the truth so i am new.
but out goes the truth.
and in truth.
i am finally being true.
i tweaked and twisted out of my old lies


a month
or so
later i know that you all care.
i dont feel
the same surface pointed piercing judging
that the old ones wielded.
so i opened up for real.
the real
i dont really know
but here's whats real


and now on month four,
i care for you all.
so i cant tell you whats
true
real
now
hurting

Graphite sticks from my pencil
You and you and you
Came from the same stencil
Two by two by two

Clone stamped houses
realize irrelevance and repeat
Tolerating spouses
Digression undisclosed and discrete

never so much of the same
induces those incomparably insane
at whom to throw the blame
branding bubble in the brain

I remember the preschool playhouse
I remember the elementary school boys
I remember not before
I remember not after
I remember restraining hands
lifting skirts, threats, touching,
                                                                                                                                                   **screaming

its profound.
the biggest amount of
nothing
i've ever felt.
it pushes into my arms, possesses my fingers.
i type.
and a band
of brand
new words brand, burning
behind my eyes.
their newness inhabits all i feel now.
i will sleep and wish
to forget this nothing

This is a poem.
This is a repetitive line.
bold
Second stanza
Above is an Alliteration
italics
This poem does not rhyme
This line is a considerable amount longer than the other ones, quite unnecessarily.
CAPS
This is the end.

Niamh*
like Neeve*

(KNEE- V)

not neeme