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Unintentionally Shamefaced and Itentionally Appreciative

March 13, 2015
By Trinity Bigham BRONZE, Chamblee, Georgia
Trinity Bigham BRONZE, Chamblee, Georgia
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I am unintentionally shamefaced and intentionally appreciative

I wonder if the world will magically bring upon me good fortune

I hear trees swaying in the crisp autumn wind of a deserted forest

I see flocks of geese fly high above my lying body drifting south towards the warm horizon

I want the world to notice my lonely self walking the earth being pulled by gravity down to the cold and bare ground

I am unintentionally shamefaced and intentionally appreciated

 

I pretend the world will one day turn into a place of wonder and curiosity with no wars or violence which swirl around the globe like a ping-pong ball in a match

I feel the mixture of humans around me breathing out their bitterness and deep thoughts each time their chest rises and falls

I touch the souls of warm bodies surrounding me full of so many moments, memories and thoughts of their past all while I sway back feeling the textures of every emotion they are feeling, the ones that alwasy flow through their veins spreading like wildfire through their bodies

I worry my life will fall out of my clamy hands and drape itself throughout the core of the earth exposing itself for everyone to see

I cry tears for miles below, deep from the pit of my soul dripping fiery hot emotions into the dark crevices of the sphere we refer to as home

I am unintentionally shamefaced and intentionally appreciative

 

I understand below the surface of my pale skin there are complex systems constantly keeping my body from falling to the floor of the earth, from being a fossil for future generations to discover

I say my life is but a dream, wandering the surface, looking for a reason to awaken

I dream of the day I look back on my dreary life and contemplate of the times I once sat, writing my heart on a single sheet of paper, representing my life story that I hope will never be forgotten

I try to fall into a slumber as I lie on my stiff bed tossing and turning, thinking of what is to come, what tragedies will occur before I pass and finally complete my cycle of life

I hope unrealistically for world peace, knowing this will most likely never happen but I recklessly pray my passion for this will become a blunt reality

I am unintentionally shamefaced and intentionally appreciative


The author's comments:

One day in literature class we were doing a chapter on poetry. I thought, oh boy, this will be boring. The next day we started to create our own peices of poetry. As I read the rubric I thought, woah, I was mistaken poetry is a way of expressing your emotion without physically having to tell another person. This piece came from a part of me that I have never shown to anyone in my whole life. I have always had trouble getting my feelings out there, but while writting poetry my emotions seem to flow out of my system and make me look at life in a different perspective. This poem represents me, and I am extremly proud of it.


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