Tee Jay

Tee Jay May 2014

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A beautiful soul,
destroyed by society,
and left to die.
She was unique.
She danced to her
own music.
They chastised her,
tearing down the wall.
Her bricks were
torn from the barrier.
The barrier she created,
to keep her alive.
They destroyed it;
now she's gone.
They tied a noose for her.
They pulled the chair,
slowly hanging her,
letting her fade into the night.
The day before
she turned 15,
was the last of
her days on Earth.
She would breath no more.
Love no more.
Slice her wrists,
no
more.
They no longer have
a punching bag.

Her mother let out
a shrill cry,
as she entered her
only child's
room to wake
her for school.
To send her to
the torture chamber.
The place that
gently placed
the rope around
her neck.

Three days later,
she is buried.
Six feet down,
she is put in the ground.
The murderers
gather around the grave,
crying fake,
forced tears.
They have no remorse.
They have done their damage.
A beautiful soul,
destroyed by society,
and left to die.

Tee Jay May 2014

Love.

Jealousy engulfs us,
like the clouds engulf the sun
on a stormy day.
A creature of such elegance,
such grace,
it is impossible not to stare.
Into love we fall,
into the deadly pit.
A dangerous pit,
but a lovely,
fun,
wonderful pit.
Falling in love is a dream.
You
fall
straight
down.
Andjustbeforeyoureachthebottom,
before you splat,
you wake up,
and the so-called love
has disappeared.
Sometimes the fall,
the plummet to emotional death,
is a jump from a cliff,
down to safety.
Other times,
it is a leap of faith off
the top of a building.
The fall into love
is like the biggest trust fall.
Time after time,
trusting strangers with our hearts,
our souls.
We let them in
too soon.
All we see in them,
is the beauty,
which we fell in love with.
We are blinded
by the good we see.
Entrusting them with our lives,
it's a sin.
We know not our fate,
but our hopes and dreams.
Our lovers
give us life and **** us
all at once.

This is so random. I don't know where to go with it. I'm stuck. Any critiques or ideas would be greatly appreciated :)

Tee Jay May 2014

pressure.

I play for a season,
dribbling the ball,
rebounding and blocking.
The awards are received,
none given to me.
I had fun,
I am proud.
But that's not good enough.
I need an award,
a plastic trophy to prove that I'm worthy.
Mom says it's not fair;
my brothers and sister nod in agreement.

I had fun,
not you.
What does a stupid piece of plastic,
a flippin dollar-store prize,
matter?

Leave me alone!
stop yelling at me for it!

Okay, a bad one, but I needed to vent.

Tee Jay May 2014

One year.

One year.
      Long sleeves.
            Constant worry.
                      Constant fear.
One year.
         Long nights.
                Constant hatred.
                        Constant tears.
One year.
           Long days.
                 Constant depression.
                        Constant agony.

A poem pertaining to my username.

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