Nothing

Ideas my brain is drained of
Drowning me in senseless oblivion
The backspace key
Now a best friend
Helping erase the words
That don’t make sense
Have no feeling
Mean nothing at all
The emptiness reverberates within my skull
Some days my thoughts
Tumble around
Pushing each other
Begging for me to choose them
Stories come like second nature
Already on the page
Before I know I’ve written them
Not today
There is no worse feeling
Than no feeling at all.


 
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Whitney

VT

17 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Whitney

    Awaiting An Invitation

    Tree limbs dance in
    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
    only the trees understand 
    me

    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns

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  • By Whitney

    Sentenced

    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 

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  • By Whitney

    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.

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