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Lost Innocence

What does it mean to cry so often,

To sit and shake in fear?

I do not want to be like you,

For you I shall not shed a tear.

You pity yourself

You hold no worth

I wish we were not

Of the same birth.

You lost yourself

So long ago.

I am the girl you no longer know.

I see myself

As I am to be

I see that girl

And I cry for me.

Don't let me become

The girl that you are.

You've lost yourself,

You've strayed too far.

- K.

 

In This Place

In this place the rocks don’t move

And people don’t speak.

There are no loud cars or congestion.

Everywhere I look it seems that noise just follows me

Like my shadow on a summer day.

But not this place, not here.

The only sounds here are the waves crashing into the rocks

And the foam popping like rice krispies in a huge bowl of milk

And seagulls!

Hundreds of them.

But they don’t bother me.

I can sit in my high place for hours,

Just watching the waves dance with the sun on the water.

Sometimes if I let myself think of nothing

I can feel my grandfather sitting next to me,

His arm around my shoulder,

Telling me he misses me and loves me very much.

I miss him

But I know

My grandfather’s high place

Is in the hearts of our family.

- L.

 

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder what this is all about.

Do I just sit quietly and don’t make waves

Or do I kick, bite, abuse people

Until I have everything I want

Or I die.

I eat, sleep, drink, shit,

smoke, laugh, smile, cry

Talk, listen, love,

hate, fight, watch, sing, write.

And sometimes I do nothing

Then I wake up the next day

And do it all again

Until it kills me.

Maybe I’ll be so daring as to do all this

In a different order

But it is all the same.

Rambling scribblings

about what you care about

Or what you don’t.

But you really must care

If you’re taking the time to write about it.

- K.

 

The Scent of a Mother

The scent of a mother is the strongest thing-

I used to cuddle up to her and take her in.

I can’t describe her scent

Because it is not just her smell but her aura.

I know her scent in my dreams

In my past

In my future

Her scent will never change for me.

Without the scent of my mother

I’d be lost

When she’s not there

I smell it in my mind

And it is soft and gentle.

There is no perfume in the world

That can take the place of my mother’s scent.

It’s the cure for all childhood ailments

And every nightmare scream.

She’s beautiful at any age.

My mother’s scent,

My cure for life.

 

I’ve Been Told

I’ve been told my forehead and nose are too big

And my smile shows too much of my gums.

My face turns bright red far too easily.

When I was very young I got stitches on my forehead

After I hit it on the corner of a speaker.

In fourth grade I got a black eye from a softball game.

When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a boy

He made me cry and kissed my cheek

And fed my lips with dizzy things to drink.

My face, he said,

Was pale but warm.

- R.

 

I Remember

I remember when I was three, I asked my aunt

"What are these nasty specks on my face?"

My aunt said freckles, and I said

"How did I get these?"

She said they were from the sun.

Ever since I’ve hated the sun.

I ran from it.

Hate is an all-consuming energy that I need to stop wasting.

I want to leave behind my old grudges,

Old

Lost

Worn-out friendships

The ones where both parties gave up too easily

My high place is in the car

Listening to music

And driving up the mountains.

I forget all my worries and relax,

Finally.

- J.

 

Thoughts

Tears,

Music,

Love,

Hate,

Ignorance,

Poetry,

Blood,

Darkness,

Demons,

Sunsets,

Thoughts

All meshing into one chaotic thing,

Not real,

Yet not a dream.

It all becomes something

Thrown in between.

- K.

 

I Remember

I remember

Getting hit on the nose with a chain

And getting a tetanus shot

I remember my mom trying to get rid of something on my nose

And she made it turn brown

(My mole.)

I remember painting my face white with black lines

To look like the crows face

I remember every mean word

I ever said to my mom and dad

(And my ugly mole.)

- L.