Here is an, at first-glance, intense poem with a surprising--and satisfying--ending. Great job, Cameron! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the nonstop chatter the nuts the agility the running the hatred the cuteness the food the snacks the robberies the laughing the conversations the plotting to destroy anything in their presence the groups the families the communities the hidden rooms the secret neighborhoods the private properties the activities the events the inhuman like parties the little rascals digging up my belongings the squirrels in my tree
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The deaths The injuries, The ear-throbbing Noise of planes Flying over head Every second From 1939 To 1945, Who knows Everything that Happened. The Jews The families The communities, All destroyed Because of One person With the power Of controlling The conversations Held on the streets All over the world. The endless days Never knowing When they Would all be free. Giving up everything Just to hope For survival. The lies The secret chambers The gas, Killing millions Like bouncy balls Popping on a Knife in the ground This was the war World War Two My eyes open,
but I don't see. I touch the surface below me, yet I don't feel. Now, after so long In this icy silence I am straining to hear; Yearning for even the faintest creak Or tap. Yet, No matter How much I listen, My ears are still Stuffed with cotton. A breath, Then a groan. I turn my head, And it is completely silent Except for my own breath. My eyes open, It is completely dark. An endless void That yawns and threatens To swallow me, but instead It bears it's shiny teeth. I sit up, shielding My eyes from the Blinding light. My Window is waiting. I look down at my watch and realize... I'm late for school. SHADOWS
Abi P. My eyes are filled with shadows. Knowing what I see. The world is full of darkness, That force my eyes to close. My eyes are filled with shadows. From mistakes that we have made. Forgetting that the only world we have, Is the one that we are standing on. My eyes are filled with shadows. The sun is blocked from view. An umbrella of theft, regret and sins, Shields my eyes from light. My eyes are filled with shadows. Knowing what I see. What has the world come to. That my eyes are too dark to see. The things we have done, Have filled my eyes with shadows. So bright
Almost blinding So very rare I wonder who’s seen one Sounds as beautiful as a flower blooming Inspiring Lights up the night sky Staying up late Lighting up the ground for you I wonder what is up there I want to go up there one day Telescopes aren’t enough I just want to go Stars, planets, sun I want to see it all That somewhere is where I want to be right now Nowhere else Imagining what it’s like Best place ever It’s amazing how I broke today,
While I stared at the jet trails, Wishing they were roads in the sky. I don’t know how it happened, And I don’t know why. The thing is, for once, it wasn’t at your hands, I’m recovering, bit by bit, Somehow, I made it to this point, And until now, I wouldn’t believe you If you said that I could What if I told you, I never needed you to survive through the night. You don’t have to say a word, Or embarrass yourself and apologize, I’m alive, and that’s all that matters to me. I don’t need your venomous words, I’m no longer addicted to them. Because of you, I can’t tell if anyone who’s ever nice to me Has good intentions, Or if there’s any kind of way I’m not hopeless, Or if there’s anything about me to love. The thing is, I’m picking myself up I’m recovering, bit by bit, Sure, you’ll always laugh at whatever I do, But you won’t ruin it for me anymore. I have no reason to be afraid of you. Those were just words, They were all in my head if I tried hard enough, But there you were, clear as day, And you cut right through me. Still, you’ll probably read this and wonder Just why I bother over-thinking these things. They were just jokes, just games, And I should have just laughed along. Still, I’m alive, and that’s all that matters to me. Your words were nothing but venomous Just below the surface, And I’m no longer addicted to them. We all used to think we were the hero In the story of our ever-spinning world But, nothing ever moves or happens If you look closely enough And we all just become suspiciously responsible adults Heels and dress shoes clicking on the tile We know we’re steps on someone else’s ladder And there’s no use in living for ourselves We’re not those kids who laugh at every chance they get, We never smile We were the two girls at six years old Holding hands on the sidewalk In our dresses we thought made us fancy And our Mary Janes But, please, don’t die wondering what we could be Yeah, we don’t have to never say a word Still, it all goes on Remember when we wanted to leave, see the ocean Climb mountains to mark our highest points We’d do it together, When we’d eventually grow up And though we’ve grown too far apart I’ve never forgotten about the places I thought I’d take you We were the two girls at six years old Holding hands on the sidewalk In our dresses we thought made us fancy And our Mary Janes But, please, don’t die wondering what we could be Yeah, we don’t have to never say a word Still, it all goes on And every day, I think of you, And the things that I wish I could have said I still believed that I secretly loved you, Even back then when I didn’t know I could Yeah, maybe we’ll meet again When we can, maybe, mend each other’s broken wings Still, it all goes on… Still, it all goes on… Still, it all goes on… We were the two girls at six years old Holding hands on the sidewalk In our dresses we thought made us fancy And our Mary Janes But, please, don’t die wondering what we could be Yeah, we don’t have to never say a word Still, it all goes on Still, it all goes on… Still, it all goes on… Still, it all goes on… The sound fades
For her not Me Her hands create Words no one Hears Her mother talks With her Silently I looked over Our eyes meet She smiles I sign Hi She grins so big It makes my heart smile We have a conversation Her name is Emma She is twelve But only I know this Only I hear the talking around us Only she knows the silent pain We say goodbye But I remember The look of pure joy When I showed her My sign language Silence |
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