Poems of a Ripping Page

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These are poems of a ripping page.

Submitted: April 10, 2013

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Submitted: April 10, 2013

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1:Dont

Don't,

Run away,

Don't,

Say you'll come back another day,

As I know,

When you go,

You'll never come back.

Don't,

Lie to me,

As you'll see,

When I never look at you,

You will see all the good things,

I do.

Don't,

Laugh without your friends,

Until,

It's the end.

Don't,

Keep reading this poem,

I don't see,

The glee,

As I feel that

Your mocking me.

 

2:Choose

Choose,

Whether you'll dance your heart away to Jazz,

Or sink your soul in Blues.

Choose,

If to walk down wrong or right,

All day and night.

Choose,

Whether to go away screaming,

Or pass your time dreaming.

I'll shatter them,

So choose.

Keep wasting your time,

With a silly rhyme,

Since your terrible work,

Wouldn't even go for a dime.

Choose,

To keep reading this,

If you didn't,

Then it'd be bliss.

 

3:Her.

Her.

She stood across from me,

And say "How be thee?"

Her.

Be it the end the end of the world,

Or the beginning,

Her laugh,

Sounded like sweet angels screaming.

Her.

She'd never dress dreary,

Like in black.

No white,

A lot more colorful than that.

Her.

She had her last days,

Filled with nothing

But praise.

She was still smiling.

But she wasn't crying.

Even as she was....dying.

Her.

I missed her.

I missed that old fashioned greeting,

And our nice meetings.

I missed her laugh,

I missed it's sweet charm,

That drenched out an alarm.

I missed her way of dress,

Lighter than black,

Darker then white,

Her appearance,

Was as blinding,

As holy light.

I missed her last days,

Filled with praise.

I wish they'd come back,

Lighter than black,

I'd really like that.

 

4:I'll Bid You....

I'll bid you....

Adieu.

I'll bid you,

goodbye,

Do not cry,

As it hurts my heart.

I'll bid you....

Hello,

Even if you have to go.

I'll bid you....

Bonjour,

Guten tag,

Ni Hao,

Ciao,

Yatta,

Kon'nichiwa,

G'day.

There are so many ways,

You could say 'hey'.

I'll bid you....

The End,

As this pen,

Is dry,

So I'll have to buy,

Ink.

I'll bid you....

Adieu,

Auf Weidershen,

Ciao,

Sayonara,

Zaijian,

G'Bye.

There are so many ways,

To end this,

Yet not to die.

 

5:Ripped Page.

Ripped page,

fixed page,

It feels like I'm locked in a cage,

Forever,

To write these poems,

I don't know how long,

I've been goin'.

Ripped page,

I have to fix it,

Since it seems like a misfit,

Among others.

Ripped page,

Staples?

They don't work?

Glue,

I don't have any,

Since the people who put me in here,

Are real jerks.

There's nothing else to try,

But there's one more thing I can do,

And that is to die.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

......................

{Silence}

{A hand lay upon a page,

which is fixed.}

{A dead body lay on the ground,

making no sound.}

{A pen to the heart,

Puts an end,

To this start.}

 


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