I'm in a rut.
I'm sinking,
sinking,
sinking faster in this quicksand until it swallows me whole!
Then, I will be no more --
forgotten by a world of who's-who's and so-and-so's,
where nobody knows my name.
I'm crying,
crying,
crying out to anybody: "Come save me!"
Still, they leave me here --
leave me to die, all alone,
in the deafening silence of rejection.
- 8/25/08
"Look Who's Sorry Now"
Look around you --
can you tell who feels left out?
Is it the loner?
The goth?
The punk?
Actually, it's the one you'd least expect:
It's the one who is what you'd call "normal" --
the one who never says a word.
She looks like everybody else,
but she's different.
Bottling her emotions inside,
she's likely to explode soon.
Slowly, her sadness turns to anger,
her depression, to desire for revenge.
Now everyone who has ever rejected her feels sorry;
they regret what they did.
Before you tease someone, remember this:
You never know what someone might be going through.
-8/26/08
"Plea For Inspiration"
The muse is gone;
I'm no longer inspired by anything around me.
Where are you, O muse?
Fill my heart with words --
ideas to scribble on this paper.
Words that actually say something --
words with meaning.
I long for my audience to understand my work.
Poetry should be written with pure emotion.
Inspire me,
or I may never write again.
-9/5/08
"How I Heal"
My lonely tears are teasing me;
every laughing eye is watching me.
They look on with maliciousness
as I cry over the record of their words.
Drowning in the rejection,
how can I get out?
I am telling this paper of my experiences
because that's how I vent,
and that's how I heal.
-9/10/08
