My Identity MAG

By Alexandra R., Woburn, MA

     Misplaced
In the sandbox, beside
The plastic yellow shovel.
He didn’t yell out loud
enough as I was skipping
Away.
Hand in hand with Mommy,
Thoughts of ice cream tumbled
Around in my mind, I didn’t realize
What I was leaving behind.
It must have felt lonely.
Me. Miles away slurping
Vanilla drips
Of ice cream before they crashed
Onto the scorching cement.
He wondered if I would ever return.
I realize now what I had done.
No amount of a frozen
Treat could repair the
Damage.
Not positive about much in Life.
Friends, College, Career.
They were going to discuss
With Identity the plan for Me.
Too bad Identity is mixed
With the sand now, being stomped
On by the little children. Mashed
By Jam Hands. Smelled
Up by the occasional feline.
His Life is rough without Me.
My life is one big question mark
Without Him.
I feel that we will meet
Up again someday,
Until then, however,
Identity will just have to yell
A little louder.




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i love this so much!

on Feb. 10 2016 at 11:02 pm
Immamistery BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
"Everything happens for a reason, nothing lasts forever. Welcome to life, where anything goes."

I agree. I feel so bad when I write poetry and then read other people's.

on Feb. 10 2016 at 8:22 pm
PoetryLove SILVER, Wausau, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
You´re never alone....

Truly talented!

on Jul. 25 2015 at 4:33 pm
Nadia.A PLATINUM, North Vancouver, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Find what you love and let it kill you." -Charles Bukowski

Wow. Just beautiful. Such an enticing idea!

on Sep. 8 2014 at 5:12 pm
TargonTheDragon GOLD, Ofallon, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
First dentistry was painless.
Then bicycles were chainless,
Carriages were horseless,
And many laws enforceless.

Next cookery was fireless,
Telegraphy was wireless,
Cigars were nicotineless,
And coffee caffeineless.

Soon oranges were seedless,
The putting green was weedless,
The college boy was hatless,
The proper diet fatless.

New motor roads are dustless,
The latest steel is rustless,
Our tennis courts are sodless,
Our new religion — godless.

I think the reason i Hate writing poetry but love reading it is that others are so much better at it. this has beautirul flow and truth to it, and i just get this amazing feeling of art from it. 

on Jul. 23 2010 at 11:32 pm
BlueInk94 PLATINUM, Valley Park, Missouri
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This is very good. I love the way you describe everything! its truly amazing!

on May. 25 2010 at 7:53 pm
CrazySquid GOLD, Cashmere, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"For beauty is nothing but the begining of terror"

Rilke part of 'The Tenth Elgy'

love it! hope you keep writing!


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