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Poetry Update [04/30/08]
I find myself wondering, why do I post my life stories on here, when truely only a few people read them. I'd much rather share my poetry than my life stories, especially as of late. So this is going to become my poetry hub; I feel the title of the journal still would fit rather well. And to kick off this nice change, I have a few poems that I just wrote in the past two days. Enjoy and Critique~!


Title: Forgiven

My suspicions were corrent,
you lied and cheated your way
to my heart.

Nay, this is the second time,
how foolish of me to let
you be forgiven.

At the bottom of my heart,
I see a section labeled
with your name.
However it really is a trap door;
will I open it ever again?

Nay, this is the Nth time,
how idiotic of me,
to reopen hopeless things.
How foolish of me to let
you be forgiven,
.
.
.
again and again.

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Title: Under the Knife

I can't breathe, I can't move,
but my eyes are open and
I can see.
What am I doing on this
metal bed in this darkened
desperate room?

Oh Doctor, wake me up inside.
Let me still be alive.
Don't take my life.

Please, I can hear the flesh tear,
see your knife slide down
me.
Their's no pain, no sensation
to feel, what is wrong?
Is it too late?

Oh Doctor, bring me back to life.
Do your job and save me.
Please, just stop.

The traditional cut, as performed
in autopsies; I can see
my flushed body.
Did he know I was alive
from the start,
did I really even know?

Oh Doctor, what do you think it's like,
Under the Knife?

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Title: MOON

Outside, just you and I. Dancing outside our well-lit homes. Dancing under the brilliant midnight moon. Our shadows, dim as they are, follow the dance moves identically to us. I will remember this night forever, I will remember this night until the shadows stop following and the moon stops shining. Two shadows, holding each other in tight embrace, kiss each other tenderly; under the brilliant midnight moon. I will remember this night, until the blood in my veins run cold and still.