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| Incident in a Rose garden Donald Justice The gardener came running. An old man, out of breath. Fear had given him legs. Sir, I encounted death Just now among the roses. Thin a scythe he stood there. I knew him by his pictures. He had his black coat on, Black gloves, a broad black hat. I think he would have spoken, seeing his mouth stood open. Big it was, with white teeth. As soon as he beckoned, I ran. I ran until I found you. Sir, I am quiting my job. I want to see my sons Once more before I die. I want to see California. We shook hands; he was off. And there stood Death in the garden. Dressed like a Spanish waiter. He had the air of someone Who because he likes arriving At all appointments early Learns to think of himself patient. I watched him pinch one bloom off And hold it to his nose- A connoisseur of roses- One bloom and the another. They strewed the earth around him. Sir, you must be that stranger This is my property, sir. I welcome only friends here. Death grinned, and his eyes lit up With the plae glow of those lanters That workmen carry sometimes To light their way through the dusk. Now with great care he slid The glove from, his right hand And held that out in greeting, A little cage of bonge. Sir, i knew your father, And we were friends at the end. As for you gardener, I did not threaten him. Old men mistake my gestures. I only ment to ask him To show me to his master. I take it you are he? |
| The Road Not taken Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry i could not travel both And be one travler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn the really about the same, And both the morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two road diverged in a yellow wood, and I- I took the one less travled by, And that has made all the difference. |
| Poe ... The Cask of Amontillado The Raven The Tell-Tale Heart The Murders in the Rue Morgue ... |
| A Killing frost... Sometimes I think I'd rather be frightened then bored. At least when you're frightened you know you're alive. Energy pumps through your body so hard that it overflows as sweat. Your heart- Your heart that does the pumping- bangs away in your chest like an old windmill on a stormy night. There is no room for anything else. You forget that you're tired or cold or hungry. You forget the past, and you forget that there's such thing as the future. ... |
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| Voices, alone in my mind Cry with me, but do not shed any tears. Sedated. Sitting alone. A mind full of emptiness is a gift from a shadow. Too much to do. It makes the mind tired. Quiet, quiet please. Wanting to rest. Wanting to sleep. Wanted to die, Laughter.. soft sedated laughter. Don't let them know. Just cry. INSIDE. Listen to them. They think they know exactly what is happening. Exactly! But do they? Scream but do not open your mouth. Scream so loud it shows them what it is really like. Blink. Stop the pain. Blink. Never forget and move on. -((me)) |
| -Cry not fair angel. It will pass. I have done what you asked of me. I have locked you safely away from all that demonds and the surpents. It will not come for you again.- -The sun? The sun you ask? It too has been looked outside these thick stone walls. As so are the birds, the flowers, and the trees. They are all locked away. You are safe now; are you truly happy now?- -((me)) |
| Never is a promise you can't afford to break Forever is a busy time but you'll always show up late Always is what you'll say to the rest of them Special is just a lie they used in school Together is just when you're happy: shit So what about your promises? I trusted you before, i can see right through that ambiguous look on your face. Trust is what I shared with you so long ago But I hope we can agree that never is a promise I will pay to keep. [:- To all the Devils that have Sucked the Angels Dry-:] -((me)) |
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| Checking In on Me... An Odd Poem _((me))_ Checking in one me I hear the door swing open and gently hit the wall. I hear the soft footsteps of her limp. She asks me how I am doing. So caring, so kind, and yet so blind. So concerned... too concerned. i don't blink. I don't make a noise or respond in anyway. I just turn and face the wall, the blank wall. It's not so bad she says If you want to talk... she fades out The silence returns Static Worse then fingernails scrathing, scrapping away, against a chalkboard I'll be back later-" "-I won't" Dark and gray Windowless unflinching unforgiving Gotta catch 'em all!! flash. color in pixles on the tv. Anguish is a shroud, a blanket Keeping me cold Pain is a friend A loyal friend My only friend "Should we do it?" "Nah... let's wait until later" But it's too late Alone without another Without a life A spft protection Like a sheet on a "ghost" on Halloween It covers the flaws, hides the ugly Commercial break. Who's that Pokemon? It's garados! Hidden ugly past, but that's all over now. No more worries, until the commercial break. Run! Run away! Runaway... Past the buildings! get away from here. Dash... through the long halls and corridors. Misunderstood unknown A silence so heavy Crushing the soul. Suffication. Trapped hatred and loss, no where to go but out. Skinless! Iwant to be skinless!! Stop the prodding! Stop GROPING!! Tyson Chicken... yum yum "May I take your order?" "Just fries" "Do you want anything to drink?" "No..." Rocking back and forth... in the corner... "What happened?" "I don't know" "Who did it?" Silence Skip the explanation. Just go and close the door on your way out. It's too late I told you! It's too late! Get the hell out of here! Rice crispy treat Candyland and Shoots and Ladders White sheets Pure Blood stains The morning news The weather channel "Snow? It's the middle of August!" They lied... just for the free gifts.. So many choices but no time my watch is dead A broken glass Shattered ...Go Pikachu!! Thundershock! A faint sound It beckons No! Can't answer Leave a message at the tone Mustn't answer I'm not here? Locked away in my own hatred, my own stupidity A red room with black carpet A fool a king What does it matter? My lovely seduction, a dream world Of the loved A nightmare? No.. a day dream in math class. A flaw! A mistake, a deadly sin Mathing plaids with stripes... Wearing white before Labor Day... "She's dead" "Oh..." "Yep, there's nothing we can do." "Ok... let's go get some pizza." "I want Chinese..." Sedated snow falls Cold and gray Dark clouds Empty fieldsdirt no grass One tree Hate all the things they don't understand Shopping cart races on Sunday Just Sunday I blink And turn over again. |
| Inadequate. I just don't fit in the build it seems. I am looked upon like a pwan, nothing special just a piece used to get the more important ones. Maybe if I change my hair to paint my nails you'l see.You'll see that I'm not just another girl, that I'm something special or better, a queen? Maybe if I act like them, the pretty ones. The ones with the failing grades, they'll like me. I want to be them. I don't want to be like them. I want to be them. The pretty ones. The loved. INstead I am just a girl. An odd ball who is thought of as cool... So what? Cool doesn't get you a date. Cool doesn't get you a hug or friends. So change. Be them. Be beautiful and loved. They will look at me different now. What have I done? Who is this girl in the mirror? She is the same as before. Different hair with pink nail polish. Still inadequate. Still misunderstood. Still scared and alone; would it be better to be lost? Just a girl, who is stilla pawn. Still inadequate, but now they all know that. |