Stay. Isolated.

Stay. Isolated.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

Okay, okay.
Stop,
       step back,
             and remember,
          you're not anything special.
how'd you ever
             ever
            forget that?
come on now.
get back with it.


because high hopes
lead to broken hearts
and some spilt blood
             to keep things interesting.
[let this be whatever
             its supposed to be.]


remember all the reasons
why you are toxic, hold those
closest, cause they are
what will protect those dearest.
do not
       {[repeat. DoNot.]}
get ahead of yourself.
stop that heart beat in its tracks.
nothing ever works the way you
want it to.     
             [need it too]

Unlucky,
       remember?
its a curse, but something
that keeps you sharp
       ready.
       cause you canot relax,
don't you know, nothing doesn't
work that way?



so.

       stay isolated.
it keeps the
             general population
                    safer, anyway.
because, heaven forbid,
you taint someone with the
sun in their eyes.


             [like his.]

© 2009 Rachel DeHart


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As we've had this conversation a million times, I just simply state "I disagree." please refer back to "Don't Stop Speaking." A good poem though.

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My favorite part:remember all the reasons
"why you are toxic, hold those
closest, cause they are
what will protect those dearest.
do not
{[repeat. DoNot.]}
get ahead of yourself.
stop that heart beat in its tracks.
nothing ever works the way you
want it to.
[need it too]"

It embodies a feeling I know SO well...

I really like this one. It's really good.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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