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| ...To be a man is to be a nonconformist... | Poems : | |||||||||||||||||||
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...maximize for viewing pleasure... Hello to all of you who surfed to my page. Well, my site is about inSight. Insight is some- thing only the gifted, full of themselves, sick of this world, living under the covers, writing by light of the moon poets have. Do you have inSight? Well, in my universe, only the chosen ones have it. Are you chosen? We know who we are. I'm 15 years old, living in a humid region, where it rains all the time. There's nowhere to go to get away. Nowhere to marinate. Well, I'm putting poems up here, and I will continue to. I would love it terribly if I got feedback on it. Let me know how you like the poems and the overall site. Oh, I'm also looking for good quotes, concerning society and writing. If anyone has any, I'd love if you sent them to me! And if you haven't subscribed to my e-zine ...inSight... yet, email me and let me know you want to subscribe! Be sure to tell me that you found out through my website! My email is at the bottom of the page. "What sane person could live in this world and not be crazee?" --Ursula K. LeGuin |
Here The reflection of the day, thoughts of the mind, beats of the heart, quivers of the conscience, remind me of you. You're always here- in the pit of my stomach, in the back of my throat, Your face shall not be forgotten; I have burned it to the back of my eyelids. Oh, if you could love me too. )1999 Lying We could write such stories of love and fulfilled dreams. We could weave a web of mystery and wonder. We relish and live in our art of lies, because fiction is always less painful to believe than the truth. )1999 | |||||||||||||||||||
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Acid Rain Acid rain falling down on me. Stop it, stop it, I screamed to the heavens. They didn't listen. It trickles under my raincoat and reaches my pale smooth skin. It infects it with greed and coldness. The rain pounds on my back, entering my bones. My marrow turns hot with anger, and my blood begins to boil. The rain reaches cruel arms into my lungs. It takes away my warm and happy breath. It is replaced with sadness and depression. Acid rain pulses on the top of my head and fuses to my brain. All knowledge is sucked away. I have become a succumbed zombie, nothingness has replace my thoughts. And lastly, this poisonous rain that I fought so hard to keep out, has invaded my heart, and now I cannot love. I have no knowledge left to hate with. So all I do is fear. I call up to the heavens and now they listen to me. I have been accepted only because I have conformed. I am now part of the cruel existence, even if I didn't want to be. But now I don't know any better than I am now. Such a cruel world that only rules those who are overtaken by them unwillingly, but quietly, because at least they will be accepted. )1999 Beauty You say I'm such an angel, but you're just another opinion. You are just another lie, that holds onto my conscience. You say I am so beautiful, But what is that supposed to mean? That I should know that? You ask me to believe you, Such a question you ask, such an answer that you want, but how can I believe you? When you've never been into my mind? You've never lived me or my confusion; you don't know my thoughts. And you can't judge on something that you don't know- Because true beauty comes from within, and I won't let you in to see for yourself. )1999 | ||||||||||||||||||||
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