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Whoever I am
Folder:
oldies that i just cant delete I am enveloped by the mist
I walk alone, without the blessing of your kiss
Everything is gray
Like the clenching of my fist
Fearless
I am dampened by the haze
I cry alone, without the memory of your face
Everything is gray
Like the bars upon the cage
Tasteless
The blackness
Encloses me in sound
of empty noises screaming so damned loud
Alone in my cloud, alone in my cloud
I am supernova dying for a mouse
I am stellar cravings sustained by a louse
I am galactic energy transforming for a crowd
I am nothing, nothing
I am nothing, nothing
I am driven by the craze
I can never sleep
And I can never wake
I am the ultimate fallout
I am God, scared, and filled with doubt
I am Gaea, earth, tilled with naught but drought
I am nothing, nothing
I am nothing, nothing
The grown-up in me is suppose to say "you've only lived 14? 15? yrs, what experiences have you had that you can possibly illict such emotion?"
Then i slapped myself in the face and remember that i too was a teen and i do remember my own woes, bitter exchanges with reality and those around me... especially with those around me.
Julie; just remember there is a fine line/difference between teen angst (good word) and teens writing from experience/ emotion.
This poem has hints of experience especially in the 1st 2 stanzas. Then a switch in rhythm? or perhaps just pt of view/perception. I would be curious if there are actually two poems being written here...just one without a beginning and the other without an end. hmmm. just a thought.
......but then again what do i know?
I hope this is insightful or at least fills a critique.