Submissions by Firecrackerxxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Crammed in a Box
She stumbles through her thoughts
and is numb through many days
not knowing how or if even when
she can impress truths in the right direction,
She feels as if her words and wisdom are
tossed like an autumn leaf landing somewhere far away
So many don't agree or have missed the obvious issues
that to her stand out boldy like a bright red beacon,
Even at this moment she feels words falling from the page
to be simplified and tossed aside and then wounding her empty pride,
She throws in the proverbial rhyme or two for lack of anything better ...
and is numb through many days
not knowing how or if even when
she can impress truths in the right direction,
She feels as if her words and wisdom are
tossed like an autumn leaf landing somewhere far away
So many don't agree or have missed the obvious issues
that to her stand out boldy like a bright red beacon,
Even at this moment she feels words falling from the page
to be simplified and tossed aside and then wounding her empty pride,
She throws in the proverbial rhyme or two for lack of anything better ...
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Lost in Blue Shadows
She is unsure of the outcome
the finale feels as if it is around the corner,
She has been steadfast and persuaded
was it needless as she sees the darkness shunned?
Not again as she heaves deep sighs of piercing pain
it rocks her core and touches every nerve within her body,
She is aware of the agony that visited not long ago
Not to sound broken but from a precipice her heart hangs,
The physical excruciation can't be rhymed into neat verse
Or placed in a box of poetic cliches with art, thou and thee,
She existed to love this once and she...
the finale feels as if it is around the corner,
She has been steadfast and persuaded
was it needless as she sees the darkness shunned?
Not again as she heaves deep sighs of piercing pain
it rocks her core and touches every nerve within her body,
She is aware of the agony that visited not long ago
Not to sound broken but from a precipice her heart hangs,
The physical excruciation can't be rhymed into neat verse
Or placed in a box of poetic cliches with art, thou and thee,
She existed to love this once and she...
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