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Ok, as I was getting ready for work, with water heating for a cup of tea, I suddenly decided that I was going to post some of my older work. Well, I've got two to post, but one will just have to wait until later, since I've only got time to post one. :rolleyes: So here I sit, in my ugly ugly work shirt, drinking my tea, and waiting for my car to warm up. I'll type this as it was originally written, with the exception of grammatical and spelling errors. :P

 

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In and out,

In and out,

Such is the way

I fade.

Moments of brilliance,

prelude to dark.

Fading, fading, fading,

Lifes blood flows from

my wounds.

Wounds of bitterness,

wounds of hate.

Wounds well concealed,

oozing.

Yellow-green pus

streams from my

wounds, yet no one

sees. Too well hidden

am I.

 

H.M.

2-3-1998

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The Poem of Dorian Gray!

 

More seriously, I think a lot of people go to great lengths to avoid exposing their inner wounds to the world. Sometimes letting in the light is the only way you can heal.

Posted

Yeah, the yellow-green pus was kinda too vivid. Even I was cringing when I was typing that out. ;) And this one, well, it's not an old one, and it's not depressing either. I wrote it at work. Figured I might as well post it in here. :P

 

down upon me like

the Harpies they swoop

each one screaming

"I want my discount!"

 

with foul teeth

and reeking of urine

they storm down

one after another

 

a continuous stream,

the very picture

of impatience

screeching "I want paper!"

 

and god forbid you don't

more fast enough

"c'mon already!"

they cry

 

human vultures

every one

and why?

it's senior citizen Tuesday.

 

And believe me, it was hellish. :blink:

Posted

*giggles* To think of the elderly as harpies!

 

That is just too good.

 

Society teaches us that we should view the elderly respectably no matter what the case and as such most people who tackle the subject will always write something nice and respectful. I find it refreshing that you described it as you experienced it.

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Well, here is the other old poem that I promised to post two days ago. Yeah, I'm a procrastinator. :rolleyes: Again, this is typed the way it was written.

 

Less than five months

to go, and I wonder what

it'll be like. Not to see

my friends everyday,

and not to laugh at them

or with them when they

do something stupid.

I don't want high school

to end, now that we're

so close.

A little piece of me dies

every day graduation

comes closer. I've become

more prone to tears, thinking

back to times both good and

bad, when we were so

supportive of one another.

We've all grown close, and in

our last months together, I

want to see them everyday

and share with them special

moments of laughter and tears.

I don't want it to end...

so I cry.

 

1-25-98

 

And holy crap that sucked. Hmmm...might have to try for a rewrite, if possible. On a side note, I still have almost all of the friends that the poem is about, even though we're not as close as we all were. Life will do that. <_<

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LOL! but they were harpies! I swear!! :lol: anyone who has worked in retail and lived through a senior citizen day probably can agree. And they honestly did say that...even though most of them were nice. aside from the ones who got mad when my register locked up...or when somebody forgot she wanted a carton of cigs, then had to write a new check (that was the "c'mon already" lady). I got all sorts of dirty looks. :huh:

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Hey! You graduated the same year I did. :)

 

And I like the poem, its just a casual poem written at a tough time. I think it portrays the feelings of leaving very well.

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