March 17, 2009
By , clearwater, FL
Small, glistening crystals fell from her baby blues
Every, kiss, every touch
"I love you, I love you..."
All lies
In love at 15
Or so she thought
All his pictures
Memories of hatred
Nostalgia surrounded her, suffocating her
This was her only escape, "her salvation"
Half of her urged
"Do it, just do it!"
The other half conjured up faces
Mom's, Dad's, and her sister's
But she couldn't stay
Not for them
Not for her friends
Not even for herself
So she took "her salvation" her hands
The cold metal felt good in her sweaty palms
She rested her fingers on the trigger
A few more small crystals fell
Hitting the earth like bombs
She grabbed the gun
Held it to her chest
Her hands shook violently
As her voice wavered she whispered
"It's all yours now..."
She stared down
Thump, thump, thump
Her heart, her life source
"I don't want it."

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Electricity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 6, 2009 at 2:42 pm
~_~ .... --moment of silence-- wow, this poem is so melancholic, so morose. I absolute love this poem though. I'm trying to imagine what Raeanne must have been thinking when she.... It's saddening that people die before their time. Or maybe it was her time. Great poem, I could praise it all day. As I said, I love it. I like the title, Crystals, and how you related crystals with tears. 5 crystal stars coming your way. I will pray for Raeanne's family (i don't know them, but i do know ... (more »)
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