Poetry & Prose

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Waiting: Waiting, still waiting, The world is still black I keep going farther, and farther, back I keep trying to lose myself in this gloom I keep getting the feeling there's no way out Of this doom. Little things - little fluttery things - fly past my ears They're all 'I've left - no time for tears No time for dying What is out there? I know not but who cares? Not I not I not I Somewhere, out there, there's got to be a light. Somewhere, out there, an end to this night. My world is spinning, upside down My world is twisting, all around And I am waiting Waiting Waiting And I am waiting Waiting Waiting For what?

It's My World It's my world and you can't enter and you can't ever understand what it's like here in my country it's got more to do than just a wave of the hand. It's got to do with people and places it's got to do with connections, it's got to do with my history, culture family, friends, all the things you'll never know..... It's my world, it's where I live and love it's where my heart is lying on the ground but others I have found will comfort me in times of need It's my world, it's my community, my surroundings, it's everything I've ever known and I don't want to leave the safe hold of it's arms quite yet! I'm trying hold on! It's my world it's my safe haven, my blue heaven, my everything to me cannot you see that you cannot know me without knowing where I come from, without seeing where I live, without understanding the multiple faces, multiple things which make up this small piece of planet that I call my own it's my world...... it's my world, and it may be dark and dreary but at least I know that I when I'm there....... I'm home.

Shyness Twitching, Fidgetting, and darting eyes Spurting words which do surprise. Legs that quiver, hands that shake Smiles smiled, akward and fake; Whispered pleas for help prayed Acomplishments stiffled from being afraid.

ALLERGIC TO PEOPLE We all know what it is like To sniffle and to sneeze When around dust or pollen- Makes your nose itch and you weeze. But besides for dust and pollen, There's another allergy The one when your allergic To humanity. You get dizzy and you tremble When people are around; You try to hide away from them And pray you won't be found. But when you must confront them You sweat and your mouth goes dry. Your heart pounds hard your hands and feet tingle And you almost want to die. So you spend your life in terror; Always trying to hide Until you've almost lost yourself- Who you truly are inside. You struggle so it won't engulf you This thing called SAD Because once you are its victim Your life is misery. Sometimes it seems so hopeless, Like there is no use to fight, Like your life is only darkness; One vast eternal night. SAD is truly crippling; Much worse than here I tell It is torment, it is sorrow, it is pain, Quite simply- "HELL!"