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yay! more poems!
today, my mom is forcing me to pull out weeds in the garden and mulch the blueberry patches crying (phew! im tired stare ) i washed the dogs, and one of them managed to succesfully lick off half of the soap i put on her before i could wash it off (she's gonna die!!! crying ) not really... but i was afraid there for a while...
so, heres my poem (while eating foodstuffs)

*this was for a person who has effected me greatly in recent times. thank you*

Trivial

Poems, in their meaningless words,
Still move us towards the unheard sound
For the chance to pass, that someone might listen
And understand the pleas for acceptance
Put out by the lonely child,
Suffering in the stifling darkness.

As the coarse air goes through my lungs,
I wonder how, in all the depression,
Stupid people in their stupid lives
Can ignore the child’s sorrow and hatred,
So I hold out my hand to guide him.

As the night falls in the meaningless town,
Our words are taken and molded into a speech
Which we understand, we compute
The movement of mouth and the sound from within.

So as the child cries, I stifle his tears,
And listen with all of my heart,
For I know his sorrow, for in turn,
I have felt it as well.

As the boy grows louder,
He starts complaining
With the meaningless words he has been given
Some say, by the grace of God.

As the anger in me boils,
His no longer trembling voice,
Fills me with an unknown hatred
Which I cannot deny.

As the screaming and tears well from within
“No!” is the only thing I can hear,
For I am just that lonely child,
Laying and crying in my darken abyss.

As the flow of words cease,
The awkward silence of two friends fighting
Brings the voices to close.

With these trivial words,
Meant to hurt, to help,
I scoff, for knowing that I, in myself,
With the help of the child, my friend,
Can withstand any word.
Words, which stand for the blows
Or the eyes, the ears, the heart, love,
Are not the blows perceived, nor is the person,
Who thrusts the hurts into the other’s hands.

So, as the poem unfolds,
The words so incomprehensible,
Flow onto the paper,
I, with my friend in hand,
Smile, close my eyes, and leap…





hope you like it, hedghog...