Blind

Blind

A Poem by Erin
"

My wallowing epic from 8th grade... but still, I see SOME merit in it.

"

Blind:

No one is me

I am not me

I am blind

I cannot see

I don't have the time to find the rhyme

For Destitute;

Death;

And Crime.

Oops!

There I go again,

I ramble on,

And waste my breath

With this little psalm,

Well the message is here,

But I'm not quite clear,

On the way to make it appear in your eyes.

Sparkle,

Sparkle,

Stardust:

Time to age,

Time to rust,

Pain relievers are the best,

Time to crack the lid and rest.

 

There's my breather,

Now I'm back,

With pain my soul is racked.

Blah, Blah, 
Whine, Whine,

Now shut up and take the time

To understand us and believe,

That the future we perceive.

 

Let it sink in,

Now no rush,

Ashes to

Ashes,

Dust to

Dust,

Rhythm, hymnals,

Sage, and thyme,

Season it and shake it up,

Take a sip of my bitter luck,

In your world we all just mime,

We don't all just want to f**k.

Some accomplish;

Some succeed;

Some actually want to lead.

Presidents and all the rest,

But those are just our very best.

The rest of us just drag our feet,

Moving along to this very beat.

Waiting for it all to end,

Still hoping for that godsend,

 

Well,

Waiting's no fun

So time to party,

Time to die,

Time to let our brains fry.

I'm not a possession;

I’m not here to please,

I'm just here to prove myself to me.

But that's just normal, that’s just great!

Teenage angst means to berate,

Some cut themselves, cry out with pain,

These I bandage, and I rage.

Cuz I know right,

And I know wrong,

I even know the balance,

For this damn song.

 

Because they evaluate--

And then we fail.

These bad grades,

Get sent in the mail.

But that's our nation,

"The Cold Equation"

Life's just based on alphabetization

6 letters determine our fate

Let’s forget the other 12-Plus 8!

Because now our mathematicians

Are more important--

Without reasons,

Other than fate is no longer there.

The basic "Why?”

Is now "Because!"

In this world without love.

But I'm:

Sentimental,

Temperamental,

Just plain MENTAL;

I see with those rose-tinted glasses

(In color me sarcasm [blasphemous!])

Too bad everyone else can't see;

Too bad everyone else just can't be;

Too bad everyone else

Is Blind.

© 2008 Erin


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Quite possibly your best work, Erin. A tremendously true poem about how our world is based upon the wrong things and how one thing can change our lives ofr better or for worse. Very nice job in the dialogue of the speaker. I find your writing absolutely amazing. I get a beat in every one of your poems becasue of their wonderful meter, and you never lose it in any of your work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very good write. Great job.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Where the Wind Comes Sweeping Down The Plain, OK



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