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  The plastic chair

  

  By JessicaShari, Auburn Hills, MI

  We’re herded through the halls like Mindless cattle, Forced into social groups that don’t matter, And are told that if we sit in an ugly plastic chair we can achieve success. S-U-C-C-E-S-S Yes, success. What do you call success? Success is working hard just to become a mindless wor...
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  My mind

  

  By JessicaShari, Auburn Hills, MI

  Trapped between words, Imprisoned by my thoughts, Wishing I could see why my pathway seems blocked. Stumbling over anger, Tripping over fear, Trying to find redemption that doesn't seem near. Oh, Lord what is this? Oh, why can it be, That I'm lost among the darkness & that whic...
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  American Nightmare

  

  By JessicaShari, Auburn Hills, MI

  This is my American nightmare, excuse me “dream”. Based off realities of things that I have seen, What does it profit a man, does someone know? If he gained the whole world, but misplaced his soul. Living in that fast lane, where anything can be, Welcome to America, the home of the free....
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  A poem for Eurydice

  

  By JessicaShari, Auburn Hills, MI

  There's a place I know where time disappears Worry is no more and there is nothing left to fear Run away with me my love, quick before the gods see To a place we can cherish, just for you and for me But just like life this is only a dream I'm doomed to a cruel reality it seems So her...
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  Words from a broken heart

  

  By JessicaShari, Auburn Hills, MI

  Like a broken record, one word repeats...repeats...repeats itself Why? Lost in a tangled web of emotions, weaving in and out, stumbling over anger, tripping over despair, trying to find peace yet none can be found And like a broken record, one word repeats...repeats...repeats itself ...
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  The "side chick" anthem

  

  By JessicaShari, Auburn Hills, MI

  You say you want "forever” But I haven't seen the day, That you actually pay attention, To what I do or say... You say that you love me, Always want me around; Yet you meet me in secret, But show her around town... You appear in the dark And leave in the light; Always with t...
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  A figure of the night

  

  By JessicaShari, Auburn Hills, MI

  He’s a figure of the night, come to sooth her desire. But a savoir? Hardly…yet he does seem to comfort. Fire ignites, passion erupts, a dream like dance between two bodies, both forcing each other to that moment of bliss… Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, and as quickly as he ...