Pain? This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Weighty words sink in my stomach.
I swallow phrases, pretty
words that mean
nothing or
too much.

Cry?

Sometimes.

Sometimes,

Sometimes,
questions force themselves up the
tepid stream of ugly thoughts
that is my throat.
They catch sick
and die
on my lips,

poisoned.

Poisoned

Poisoned,
I grasp guiltily, covet
others' objective brilliance.
Cut off, distanced, separated.
I reach out to touch ineffable things.
They offer nothing
but a pain in the heart,
a texture to watch,
a smell to see.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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GravityMcFalls said...
May 24, 2011 at 8:14 pm

Wow, I feel like that too often. I'm one of those people who likes to be left alone but still craves to be in a laughing group.

 

I really love this poetry you wrote. :)  Keep up the good up!

 
GravityMcFalls replied...
May 24, 2011 at 8:16 pm
Gah I meant to say "Keep up the good writing!" Silly tall me. Lol.
 
redneckromeo said...
May 24, 2011 at 11:00 am
very nice  poem can relate my writings to this plz comment on some
 
Inkheart<3 replied...
May 24, 2011 at 11:20 am
Wow... heart wrenching
 
videotaped This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
May 24, 2011 at 2:00 pm
Thanks... I hardly remember writing this.
 
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