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little boy blue
by Rachelle Howei value my solitude.
these eight walls symbolize
the true campaign and essence of me.
it's easier to talk to mortar,
easier to lay with wishes that
are tuned out by deaf ears.
i sit, headphones overlapping
the voices in my head.
i'm insane, thought you should know.
i've got a terrible temper.
i'm a hypocrite.
i told you not to hide, and
trust me, it's easier said.
i know these things, i've found them,
treasures buried in
my soul's bottomless pit.
many have glimpsed,
few haven't turned back.
they are the cherished ones.
as for me, i am a child.
i am a door with no key.
i am the aspiring dreamer, tongue-tied.
i reside in between the counterfeit and
exceptional.
a little girl, terrified,
holding a "the doctor's in" sign and
praying someone won't ask me
for the truth.
09/24/2003 Author's Note: and now you know.
Posted on 09/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 09/25/03 at 05:05 AM a very striking self poem, with fascinating images |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/25/03 at 10:40 PM To accept both the negative and the positive of one's own charcter is important. To focus constantly on one over the other is self-deception. To honestly open yourself to the public is to open to yourself and become greater than you once were. You are great. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 09/26/03 at 03:00 AM can I just take this,put this in a glass case and never let it go? I must correct you. You rock. |
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