September 11, 2011
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Here is the story of the known.
The ones we always call “they”.
Always they’re mentioned
Always they’re questioned.
We always ask, “I don’t know.”
We always wonder, “I don’t know”.
There is nothing more.
No questions, no answers.
Only the thoughts from the past
Only the mind

And they are spoken everyday:
“What they say”
“You know”
Yet there is no one to speak their names.
There is no one who knows the truth.
There is no one to give the nameless names.

And so we think:
Who are the people we call they?
How did they come to be?
How should we give them names?
Until the answer becomes clear:

Forever left to wonder.

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kclaire said...
Nov. 27, 2011 at 11:04 am
This is really thought provoking. Really nicely done!
livelovesmile replied...
Jan. 2, 2012 at 10:37 am
Thank you!
Angeleyes12 said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 8:45 pm
I really thought this poem was interesting at first it made me think of outcasts then it made me think of how people use the word they. Beautifully written. Nice job! If you could look at some of my poetry it would be fantastic thanks :)
livelovesmile replied...
Nov. 5, 2011 at 5:31 pm
Thank you!
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