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Sierra Martin Nov 2010
I know nothing
       You know nothing

Life is a false lapse of reality

What you believe
        Is all you can control

What you believe
        Is the only truth

This world is made of knowledge.

      And you are not the only one consuming it.
Sierra Martin Jul 2010
The day was perfect,
The trees were still,
The sun was setting,
And the warmth was just right.

Nobody knew that this was the last day you could roll in the mud,
The last day you would hear the crickets chirping,
The last day you would see the green needles sticking up from the ground
Nobody knew the sun wasn’t going to rise

Nobody thought any of those thoughts
Thoughts of the truth
Being a young poet, I would Love to hear your views on any of my poetry.
Thank you for reading!
Sierra Martin Jul 2010
Beauty is

When you are surrounded by things you believe in
Things so beautiful,
You find yourself frozen at the spot.

Things so beautiful,
Those things seem to freeze into place.
In every frame you see every detail.

And you hold your breath,
Trying to take it all in

But soon it passes,
And the world continues
to change around you.
Being a young poet, I would Love to hear your views on any of my poetry.
Thank you for reading!
Sierra Martin Jun 2010
Stop.
But it doesn’t

Duck.
But it’s too late

Breath.
But it’s over
Being a young poet, I would Love to hear your views on any of my poetry.
Thank you for reading!
Sierra Martin Jun 2010
A first acquaintance.
That’s what she thought of herself.
She didn’t know who she was anymore

She could laugh
But it wouldn’t be true
She could smile
Bu it wouldn’t show

She didn’t have time to keep up with herself,
She just moved forward.
Leaving herself behind

And it was lost
And there was nowhere to look

All she could do was push
All she could do was keep going

And when she stopped,

She was alone.

A life that was once full is now

Forever Empty
Being a young poet, I would Love to hear your views on any of my poetry.
Thank you for reading!
Sierra Martin Jun 2010
No.
Don’t.
Don’t think about it
Not now
Not ever
But the truth is, she will always be thinking of it
It is stained in her mind, her heart forever

She goes off to a better world,
Filled with beauty, adventure
But is always brought back to reality

Darkness covers her light
Screams cover her laughter

Then it happens all over again
What she saw that changed her life forever
Is the lingering nightmare
Always held before her
Being a young poet, I would Love to hear your views on any of my poetry.
Thank you for reading!
Sierra Martin Jun 2010
The fast ocean breeze
This was defiantly something she could get used to

She loved it.
She loved everything about it.

She felt free of the world around her
It took all worries away and stored them far

She learned that it is not always a good thing
Being a young poet, I would Love to hear your views on any of my poetry.
Thank you for reading!
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