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Loosely releasing words,
Or saying nothing at all
You can't do both,
Stay in the middle.
To be frank,
metaphors scare me.
They do.
I don't know how
but many poems
have metaphors so
awfully entwined in them.
It makes the comparison
a so detailed list.

From the bone for the poem
the metaphor starts
out to the skin
it never ends
it penetrates the human soul
leaves a scar,
a mark -
a clue to the human condition.

And so
still to be frank
metaphors scare me.
I miss you
I want to hear you speak again
Your voice
That's comforting
That's entertaining
That skillfully whips out accents
I miss all that.
Sometimes,
while writing
a poem
My hand starts to shiver
And I just can't seem to continue.
like today
just now
when I wanted to write a poem
about
the lovely ties I made today
and I don't know why
Usually I don't get stuck
But today it
was
literally
brainfreeze.
And my hand started shivering.
And I deleted the entire poem
Because I realized
that I probably can't write poetry.

The poem didn't sound right.
But most importantly,
it didn't sound like
what I would write.

I can't seem to write poetry.
If I tried, do you think I could be pretty?
If I tried, do you think I could be smart?
Would the other kids want to play with me?
Will I have more light than dark?

If I tried, could I have been nicer?
If I tried, could I have been someone's saviour?
Could I have been less alone?
Could I have known about love?

If I tried, do you think I could be happy?
If I tried, do you think he could want me?
Could I have caused you less pain?
Could you not be so ashamed?

If I tried, could I have made your life easier?
If I tried, could I have not been a failure?
If I tried, do you think daddy would have wanted me?
Mommy, if I tried, do you think you could love me?

But if I tried, I know I would still fail
And if I tried, I know you still wouldn't be proud
If I tried, I would probably break down
If I tried, I wouldn't have uttered a sound

If I tried, I would end up killing myself
Because, if I tried...
Nothing would have mattered
Well, not anymore
dated: 23 June 2013
One after another
A vicious cycle begins
A left out girl.
Now another wishes the tree would fall on herself.
And another won't talk anymore.
Who's next?
Divine Minds Transcend

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Hold on to the secret truth, it's time to follow the white rabbit.
Down, down the rabbit hole where it leads few will ever know.

I am not what I was, I was what I will never be again,
I found myself on the outside of a mirror looking in.
An enemy betraying a friend, and then my mind was shattered. Worthless fears crumble to the floor, then the transformation began.

We are mindless souls bouncing off one another
until the gears fit and the machine begins to thrive.
Together the powers united can be a force greater then life,
the truth that leads us separately to a place our souls are defined.
Not by the conflicted mind but by the spirit that resides inside,
break through the dimensional barrier
as time and the universe collide.

I am not here to control you, I am not here to pass judgment.
I am not here to behold you, I am here to join you in flight.
I am not like the others, like you, I am bound by destiny,
connected sisters and brothers, the story is ours to write.

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Down, down the rabbit hole, it's time to follow the white rabbit.
© JDMaraccini 2013
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