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A Poem by Shayla Sayer
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I havent been on here in forever, hope you like this newer style I have been experimenting with.

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Childhood Reminiscence

 

With shattered hopes and drifting dreams

I debate politics with children on the playground

And I learn only the pros and cons of creaky swings

 

Praying with these forlorn druggies

I pass the placebos underhand through the fence

And watch them scamper to retrieve

The only things that keep them alive

 

Lewd artists have to choose between

The elegant petals of a rose or a wilting dandelion

Unable to paint the naked presidential scandals they crave to create.

 

I say I’m laughing, not crying

I say I’m mischief, I will only cause your end

I have called off all bets

But for all that

I still feel so broken here.

                   

Begging to be forgiven

Mirrored in the quiet signs of low-class living

Scenes of an absurd life flash before milky eyes

As they fade from this world altogether

 

On the lonely way home

I can think only that I’m half empty

Counted out and pushed against the dying grass

By guilt too heavy to bear

I try to stand but lose my footing

I pop another pill

Forget for a while the madness

And the fear of tomorrow.

 

The swing gives a sigh as I begin to gain height

And I forsake all thought to the clouds

The cost for survival is never cheap

And indifferent to this perfect crime

I get the hang of losing my mind

And let the sweet taste of surrender and cheap bubblegum

Overtake me.

 

By: Shayla Sayer  

© 2013 Shayla Sayer


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This is really good, enjoyed this write. Thought provoking indeed

Posted 4 Months Ago


Shayla, you have missed dear!

What a brilliant poem... intellectually emotive, woven very clever thought provoking imagery.

Bravo.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Shayla Sayer
Shayla Sayer

Fontana, CA



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i love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..

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