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 Mar 2013 Sarah Writes
M Clement
Color me confused,
As one most often will do,
To strike a note with a concordance of thieves.

Away, away sweet thoughts on paper,
Melodrama and cherishment be thine.
Add a dash of insecurity
And away all conscious thought processes go.

A tongue-tied shade of green, you always seem to put me.
Playing without knowledge, with my thoughts and mind.

Deep within the castle walls, a creature stands listless,
With eyes of hazel and face chiseled in anguish and confusion.

To say that a man is a man is but one side of an ever-evolving equation,
And I can’t help but feel at loss.
For what should be with great elation to be near, all I feel is lost

With emotions in a tizzy,
To keep my mind busy,
One must try almost too hard.
So take what I say,
Writ it okay,
And pay no attention to my advances.
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My poetry's pretty dark, right now; this was something lighter.
 Mar 2013 Sarah Writes
M Clement
One, Two,
**** in the shoe
Makes walking
Hellishly uncomfortable

Three, Four,
You'll find me a bore
If you spend enough time
With me, unfathomable

Five, Six,
You make me sick
And I know that we
Won't be the same

Seven, Eight
Tell it to me straight
Because, frankly
I've already lost you

Nine, Ten
Said again
Missing you
Is the last thing
on my mind
This is to no one in particular; I just wanted to play with the number rhyme scheme.
 Mar 2013 Sarah Writes
M Clement
I
"I never thought," said
She awaiting responses
I cared none at all
II
Bring about all change
Said the women in the hats
Voting for switched thoughts
III
Irreversible
Unexplained, mispoken thoughts in
Slightly elder speech
IV
Steampunk, take old junk
Make them into something grand
The robotic hand
V
If I were asian
I'd eat my cultural food
In Panda Express
VI
Ironic, lightly
Grazing lions on the grass
The Antelope hunt
VII
Haikus for all yous
Travelling down the dirt roads
Win Sobriety
VIII
**** jokes take folks and
Make them into prudes, so rude,
But I keep joking
IX
I'm at nine, can't stop
I'll keep writing till the drop
Of the pen runs dry
X
I pay no heed to
All the words said by Sifu
I am poor student
I figured, why not try haikus.
 Mar 2013 Sarah Writes
Chuck
(RING)

There are nasty rumors about you two!

"None of it is true!"

You know I believe you.

"I'd expect you to kick my ****, too!"

That's exactly what I would do!

Just make sure this plutonic relationship is through!


(FOUR MONTHS LATER)

Meeting, heart attack, rumors again!

Believing he will tell me, he didn't descend.

Planned a visit to see my sick friend.

Then, I learned the facts that truly offend.

Could not go, I do not pretend!

Thought to myself, this will be his end.


(NEXT DAY...RING)

"Your old friend is dead....

He shot himself in the head!"

I was afraid this would be said.

This was a community he once lead.

He, himself, cut the last thread.


(REACTION)

You *******!

You *******!

You took the easy way out, tossed everyone else in a ditch!


(REFLECTION)

This betrayal of a community left so much dread.

It left a once loved man, dead,

And a young lady, who will never be right in the head!


(BETRAYAL)

You betrayed all who put you on a shelf.

But most of all, you betrayed yourself.
This is based on true life events. It has been three years, and I'm finally forcing myself to deal with it in writing. I used the silly rhyme scheme just to make it tolerable to me. Not great poetry, more like therapy.  Thanks for sharing this with me. Send me the bill. Haha
 Mar 2013 Sarah Writes
Kida Price
I pride myself by my addictions.
The deaths I should have had would make me immortal by default.
And still, I breathe and scoff at it's lagging effects.
You can't have me.
I lay awake alone and thoughtful,
I answer your call at a moments notice.
I leave you be whenever you're done and continue to indulge my thoughts,
You can't have me.
I mark myself as a timeline is marked with lines and events.
My scars could tell a story that I would only know the punchline to.
I color my skin with fantasy and ink to hide the other uglies I make,
You can't have my stories...they're mine.
If I were to smile upon greeting then I would have already lied to you.
If I were to kiss you then you would have fallen.
I pride myself by my addictions and you cannot be one of them.
You can't have my love.
I'll give you a laugh and company without expectations of it being returned.
I'll give you my time and a kind deed or two.
I'll give you a friendship and a wall to hide behind.
Just be warned, you'll want more
And I will not oblidge.
You cannot want me because I don't want you.
Or anything.
I will not take your sympathy or your truth.
I will not take your heart or your push.
I will take your body and your smell
But ******* was never love
And shame on you for not knowing the difference.
I can take your ****** but You can't have my trust.
Now you turn to me with inclinations that I have misled you.
The hurt on your face leaves me annoyed and impatient.
The effects of my drug and my addtictions take hold
And I leave you talking to a corpse that has no use for words.
The dead are silent and patient and will never talk back.
They always wait their turn and never take it.
They limply create a warm illusion
But they're colder and colder with each toss of sound.
You cannot make me warm...the others guys took it from me long before you.
So let it take me back into the ground.
Leave me buried and I'll leave you alive.
A fair trade in my book.
The moment you try to be my savior
Will be the moment I will become your destroyer.
You cannot have my soul, it was mine to lose in the first place.
Inside every pessimist is a broken optimist.
Inside every realist is a disappointed optimist.
Inside every optimist is a little bit of hope.
You can choose what type of person you are. But never forget there's some hope in all of us.
 Mar 2013 Sarah Writes
Andrea
You've knocked me off my feet again,
I fell on the hard ground and bled.
You're cuter when your mouth isn't moving,
and your lungs stay still.
What nerve you have.
 Mar 2013 Sarah Writes
Andrea
Reach out and touch my cheek.
Don't be offended when I turn away.

Take me out to the dark beach for a walk.
I'm not sorry I don't reschedule for another day.

Wrap your arms around me.
Try not to cough as I fall to ashes.

Yell at me and get angry.
Apologize when I bat my sorry lashes.

If you call me beautiful, I'll tell you you're lucky.
I know you won't find someone like me.

And that's what I'm aiming for.
You can tell I'm not right. All I feel is misanthropy.

Broken hearts, broken by me.
But I've been broken too.

It's painful, depressing, you feel ripped to shreds.
So don't act like I can't feel you.

I know the darkest roads that can be travelled in my mind.
They're all paved with memories of your face.

So don't be hurt when I let you suffocate on yourself.
I want to watch you disappear without a trace.

I'm not the bad person, you know.
I'm simply confused and lost.

Is this what you accomplished?
A sense of power. But at what cost?
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