Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

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I guess I’ll go first this week :]

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so the other day in school was apparently an excellent writing day for me..

I got a lot written and I was suprisingly proud of it.

but you still only get one at a time.


this is probably among my favorite things I’ve ever done.

tell me what you think it’s about because no one has figured it out yet.



I stare down from where I stand

and see a thousand faceless people

who are not afraid to drown.

Has it ever crossed their minds,

they could be gambling with their lives?

they don’t even stand a chance.


I watch them as they plunge

Into the darkness, one by one

and then keep coming back for more.


As they stand in line to take their fall,

I try to see a face, any face.

But every person looks the same,

Nameless and alone.


I wonder what they’re thinking

as they prepare themselves to fall.

Are they nervous?  Are they scared?

Can they feel anything at all?

A thousand faceless people,

and not one afraid to drown?

They make it seem so easy,

One by one, I watch them fall.


Written by saraj2300

April 7, 2009 at 7:13 pm

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i sincerely hate this poem.

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i’m been slacking the past few days..

and this is what i came up with for today..

and i hate it.





What have you done to me?

I can’t sleep,

and i can’t eat.


So now I sit and I stare,

almost in a daze

while I listen to them lecture me.


You’ve helped so much,

and i know i’m better off now,

But you’ve also drained my energy.

Sometimes you make me feel so weak,

That i can barely stand.


It’s true you’ve helped me focus,

but sometimes it’s not enough.

I still can’t sleep,

and i still can’t sleep,

Oh, what has Vyvanse* done to me?


*Vyvanse is pretty much adderoll, it’s for ADD.

Written by saraj2300

February 10, 2009 at 4:42 am

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Short, Simple, and Not-So Sweet.

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You said you loved him once.

But, then you let him go,

And ruined it for me

When I finally got my chance.

Written by saraj2300

February 5, 2009 at 6:34 am

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Poetry isn’t working today; consider this a freewrite.

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I haven’t been home much today, so i haven’t gotten the chance to write an actual poem.  I have a lot of ideas, just nothing finished.  There is just way too much going on in my head the past few days.  I’m not concerned with sharing on here because, well, most of you don’t really know me on a super personal level (other than Amy).  I’ve been thinking a lot about what i really want to do in life.  I was accepted to Eastern Illinois University, technically.  They told me to attend IVCC for a semester and if I was able to get a 2.5 GPA, then they would admit me.  That’s currently what i’m doing.  However, i’m starting to wonder if all the stress is worth it.  The bottom line is, i have been considering different options.  I could continue working my butt of in hopes of MAYBE being accepted into Eastern, or, option #2…i move to Oregon with my best friends, go to school out there, and basically start over fresh.  I don’t want to get too far into detail here, so i’ll leave it at that.  It’s just something i have to figure out, i guess.

Written by saraj2300

February 4, 2009 at 5:40 am

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i’m still no good at titles..

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I’ve been asleep so long,

It’s like we never even happened.

But when I finally do awake,

It’s like you’re all I’ve ever known.


Baby, was it good for you?

I hope you don’t lose sleep at night.

I hope you know this choice is final,

There won’t be a second chance.


I can’t change your mind;

I won’t bother to try.

I guess all I can say now is,

I’m sorry for wasting your time.

Written by saraj2300

February 3, 2009 at 1:25 am

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i’m not good at titles..

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i’ll admit that this isn’t necessarily new.

i did a couple of edits..

but mostly i just want some feeback.

and I’d also like to disclose that this is not personal.

i just think it’s pretty.


All she can do,

Is sit in the bathroom and wait.

Wait for something,

Anything to remind her

That she will be okay in time.


The thoughts of everything

Keep running through her head;

And it’s keeping her awake.

She takes one long, hard look in the mirror

And wonders what has happened.


Her cheeks stained with tears,

And her eyes bleeding black,

She can’t stand the sight anymore.

So she falls to the floor;

Lying in a pool of her own tears.


She reaches for the rose he gave her,

And grasps it in her hand

Until the thorns pierce her skin.

The petals fall one by one,

And the world around starts to blur.


The entire room begins spinning,

And she can’t even bare to stand.

She feels it in her throat now.

She begins to heave,

But nothing comes out,

So she collapses one final time.


Lying alone on the floor,

Barely able to breathe,

She faintly screams out for help.

But her voice is too weak,

And no one can hear her,

So she continues to lie there,




Unable to scream,

Or even make a sound,

The seconds take hours to pass.

She doesn’t know when

She’ll be able to move,

So she doesn’t even bother to try.

She finally sits up,

And stumbles her way to the bathtub,

Falls in and lets the water start to run.

She can’t take it anymore,

She just wants this to end,

So she’ll have to do it herself.


The tub starts to flood,

And her blood starts to flow,

The whole world begins to go black.

She sees a white light,

And her eyes roll back in her head.


It’s all over now.

As she lies on the floor,

Her final breath leaves her lungs.

Written by saraj2300

February 2, 2009 at 3:52 am

Posted in Poem, Uncategorized