Roots

Roots

A Poem by Chloe
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This is regarding some of the things that I feel like right now. Included in this poem are hints and background information on the people in which 'Letters', 'The Carnival', and 'Hunger of the Over-eager Musician' were written about. I spilt some painful

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Retrace back to my roots;

I remember when I was dead

skin and bones,

a lonely heart and empty eyes

so lonely for so long,

pain had become home

and happiness became a foreign world

 

I've lived in this foreign world,

for a span of a new life

lived by a new person,

made from the skin and bones I once was

 

The new person had

jumped up in the air,

with all of this force called energy

and landed on the pile

of those rotten skin and bones of mine

 

But just recently,

the hungry musician,

who is also the murderer that lies to his God

and the mother that

was frightened and over-protective

in the happy, happy carnival

had raised their knives,

and sliced away

healthy pieces of new skin

from my chest and arms

 

When I analyzed the wounds

I noticed the green, decayed skin beneath

so I grew my fingernails long

and pealed all of this clean, pale skin away

 

So very rotten I felt

homesick and dirty

constant tears

and the temptation to steal the knives

from the hands of the mother-

when she was not gripping her childrens' minature hands-

and the knife from the hands of the muscian-

when his fingers were not dancing about the piano keys,

or punching the bible in his siblings' faces-

I wanted to steal their knives

and return to my old habits

 

Without this extra layer of skin

so cold I had felt

I dug through the boxes of my dead person

that I had packed away and hid

 

I found my old blankets,

with stains of my blood,

stench of sweat,

and spots that were still damp from my tears

I threw the blankets over my body,

so warm, so warm

like a.....

what is it???

home!

 

Desperate for my past

that I had passed by,

hidden under the blooming cherry tree

burried among the roots,

that I had dug to

the cities of misery,

with traces of happiness brought by pain

that brings me home

 

Home to the cities

divided by roots:

a city for my crying child self

a city for my angry bleeding self

a city for my lost and nothing self

a city for myself with my best friend;

the friend that stood infront of the storming ocean waters

that drowned me once she left

 

Ms. Mother at the carnival,

when I say

'return to my roots'

do you think of me returning to you?

to your warm arms?

your arms that swung the knife at my heart

so many blood drops I dripped for you,

so many tears I drowned in for you,

these tears have now flooded the roots

that define the city of myself with you

 

Mr. Musician that lies to his God

and laughs at his siblings,

when I say

'return to my roots'

what is it that you think of?

you think of nothing!

you do not know me

or the heart that I have and had possessed!

you do not know me at all!

so why does God order you to stab this heart!?

there was never any plan of blueprints of a city

in my roots for you

 

Roots, roots, roots

so many roots

from this small cherry tree;

it is so strongly attatched to this soil

roots hidden in the ground,

never seen, never wounded

the tree has been sawed at

for paper to scribble on

and firewood to burn for warmpth

you'll know, you'll know when I have

returned back to my roots

as the blossoms on the tree branches

will retreat back

during this unwanted, unplanned, unpredicted

springtime snowfall.

 

 

© 2008 Chloe


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chloe, wow. this is an amazing write. so much pain, so much overcoming, so much strength. this is one of the best pieces i have read in some time. vulnerability -- that was the word i wanted, and risk also. you've given so much of yourself in these few lines. i cried with you and for you. it would be hard for me to select favorite parts, though i am drawn to the cherry tree images and the cities. mm, mm, good.

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wow.... just wow.... you've opened yourself so much in this piece let the reader feel so much of you and cry with you in ways I have not seen in a poem in a very long while.... this is by far one of my favorite submissions to the let it go contest and I give you so many kudos for allowing this much of you to be read by others... you had awesome imagery flow and rhythm and it was just an exquisite piece... Awesome job!

~Frances~

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chloe, wow. this is an amazing write. so much pain, so much overcoming, so much strength. this is one of the best pieces i have read in some time. vulnerability -- that was the word i wanted, and risk also. you've given so much of yourself in these few lines. i cried with you and for you. it would be hard for me to select favorite parts, though i am drawn to the cherry tree images and the cities. mm, mm, good.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. This was absolutely amazing! This was a great journey to read and must of been such a real journey for you in your life as well. The words flowed perfectly- you really did such a great job altogether. I really loved this piece. Write on

~Nana Carmine

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I shall add my hands to Legion's! This was a great Synthesis of the other tales.
Wonderful write! :)

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I have to saw wow! What a poetic story journey through your life.
You have told us so much in such a small space. About pain and loss, and your own inner place.

With wonderful flow and masterfully crafted words, this opened a piece of your soul to those who read this.
So many pains...So much inner strength!

You have respect! my hat is off to you for your courage and perserverence in a world so hurtful.
Great Writing, Thanks for sharing! :)


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Chloe
Chloe

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I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..

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