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liberation

July 1, 2022
By poetforthefuture11 BRONZE, Monroe, New Jersey
poetforthefuture11 BRONZE, Monroe, New Jersey
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spectra of light shine in and out of
view a rainbow of emotions envelope the
mind as the music pumps harder and louder and faster computer static is in my ears like bugs
piercing my eardrum drums faster and harder and louder as tears fall.

on a bed
stained by a waterfall
wrenched and exposed its foam innards
of a mattress aged by years of overuse
i think i should buy a new one
it’ll be more white, pristine, and opulent
my past won’t line its edges
and my future won’t be shackled by it
i think the darkness of the room will blend in with its seamless, pearl-like color and the new bed will be the biggest in a small room
i’ll sleep better more and the nights won’t be as dark or as small or as poor and those nights
won’t be stained by the floods that rush in
day by day

pump up the music
that should blare through the entire town
let them feel the rage of a lonely heart
that wants love
harder and faster and louder and let them
be flooded with feelings unbounded
silence should forever escape and their ears rot

thunderous lights and blistering eyes glare into my small, pin-holed windows investigators of an unseen crime journalists to an anonymous person

i maintain the most frugal lifestyle unassuming and unapparent
it requires the most perfect adjustments
my hair and clothes and general fit
procured like from a magazine catalog
i shop myself and with my own money of course this graphic design is out of a mind unbounded forever inspected like a cadaver

body atomized
form segmented
soul detached from its body
euphoria forever denied
replaced by more deeper emotions from the cre-vices of a criminal’s heart
it’s imprisoned

but i think it’s better that way

society seeks to render myself a pathology so i’ll infect it

rightfully so
it’ll be virulent, and oh so, transmissible this virus will penetrate their cells,

change their c.o.n.s.t.r.u.c.t.i.o.n. and their innards turned red like a cherry

blossoms in spring
like mushrooms from their skulls transmitting spores

lay dormant
ready to burst open
at the sound of their piercing c–rie–s.


The author's comments:

Richard G., a rising senior at Woodridge Academy and senior editor of The Buzz Newsletter, explores themes of confession, control, and abjection in his poetry, which has been initially published in his school newspaper. From original philosophical writing to current event commentary, Richard is interested in propelling thought and action through the art of literature.


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Afra ELITE said...
on Jul. 9 2022 at 5:17 am
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Favorite Quote:
"A writer must never be short of ideas."<br /> -Gabriel Agreste- (Fictional character- Miraculous)

Richard, this is so good...Love the diction!!!