Myself

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    This is a poem about the time i really was mad at a guy in my grade who is far to pushy for what he wants. This day i really wanded to hurt him.

    Myself

    I looked over at you,
    My eyes blank,
    Then just barely above a whisper,
    "Leave me! Never talk with me again!"
    I said carefuly with hidden anger.
    He backed up to steps.
    Then I grabbed his wrist holding it tight.
    While he screamed on about how i was being rude.
    To tight for him to pull away.
    "Tell me why i should care?" I snarled.
    Eyes dark with anger.
    A dug my nails in his wrist as he yelled in pain.
    Not letting go as he walked to close.
    This is what he was wanted.
    As he leaned in i caught him by the jaw.
    He tried to break away.
    I let my hand slip down to his neck.
    The skin smooth feeling his to fast heartbeat.
    I could choke him.
    I let my hand drop from his neck then walked off.
    I was strong i stopped my self.
    I slumped down on the dying grass.
    Closing my eyes.
    Listing to the soft crunch of leaves.
    Then as i opened my eyes to see him.
    Leaning over me.
    I was about to yell.
    As he bent down & kissed me.
    "If only you cared, Why cant you love back?"
    He whispered wiping off the bronze lipgloss.
    I looked up at him.
    "I cant because i dont trust." i whispered
    Anger burning in my voice.
    My eyes raging and darker.
    Then i wanted to kill him.
    I slipped off my shoe.
    Then with all my force it flew through,
    The air.
    Hitting him in the stomach.
    Then i grabbed it and ran.
    Ran like wind.
    Anger running like ice through my veins.
    I locked my self away in my room.
    Not anyone saw me that night.
    Staring through the window,
    watching the sun rise.
    Its pale beams landing on the frost on the window.
    Hate, anger, sadness all bubbled up inside of me.
    I pucnhed my desk brusing my hand.
    Then one thought lingered in my mind.
    Death.

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    PoeticBrit commented on Myself

    10-10-2009

    wow this is amazing. nice flow of words, amazin how someone can turn anger and hate into something so beautiful

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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