Forever ago I wrote a poem about walking in on people who were gossiping about me, and I stumbled open what I'd written! Here it is :^)
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This sunken ashen soliloquy has been sung once previously
And the stench and the sting of it has singed the fringes of my soul once before
But I am present for this instance, the words have reached my ears, steady
Unhampered by safety nets of screens and typed up syllables, I'm shaken to the core
Words spill like oil and curses fling like flames
I address the betrayal and I'm tossed back misunderstandings and lies and rumors
It becomes twisted, I'm no longer part of the audience
In fact, I am regarded as the orchestrator of the violence
My blood is aflame and I am bubbling, boiling over and livid and angry
I don't want to calm down
I don't want to be extinguished
I want their submission
Before I know it, it's over
And I'm left alone
Isolated
Just as I began
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Sonnets for Someones
PoetryI've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collection of sonnets, as well as generally poetic musings that follow my thoughts.
