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let me live

August 31, 2009
By Anonymous

let me
wake, with the sun on

my lids, rays caressing

and warm.
let me
stroll, barefoot through

dewy grass, the slippery dawn

between my toes.
let me
indulge, eat

ice cream for breakfast

and pancakes for lunch.
let me
sob into pillows,

or laugh in your face, my cries

polluting the air.
let me

in the rain, catch snowflakes

pink tongue to fresh white.
let me,

screw my life. dye my hair.

pierce my tongue.
and at night,

when stars appear

when crickets sing

and sleep descends silently

upon the world,
let me,

just let me live.

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Treblemaker said...
on Apr. 7 2020 at 10:04 pm
Treblemaker, Hempstead, New York
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Favorite Quote:
The noblest art is that of making others happy ~ P.T. Barnum

I feel like this could be lyrics to an amzing son as well. Love the image you paint in this too :)

on Dec. 9 2015 at 2:13 pm
theskylarksings GOLD, Columbia, Kentucky
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"the slippery dawn" I love this :)

on Feb. 18 2014 at 9:06 am
Nella.Girl97 BRONZE, Ashland, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart."

Great job writing! I loved this poem and felt it within me! My favorite lines were the last "and at night,  when stars appear when crickets sing  and sleep descends silently upon the world, let me, just let me live." very very beautiful! Keep writing!

on Jan. 14 2014 at 8:54 pm
TheSkyOwesMeRain GOLD, Irvine, California
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Favorite Quote:
Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments which take your breath away.

You are only as strong as your weakest link.

Amazing work, well done! 

on Feb. 23 2013 at 10:36 am
rustyemotions BRONZE, Queens, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemmingway

This feels like a modernized Sylvia Plath's poem.( I say "feels" because we donot hear poetry, we feel it inside of us ) It is nonetheless, beautiful. My favorite line is "pink tongue to fresh white."