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Blasphemous Rumours
10 February 2009
Motions
Topic: Poetry

They say I am depressed

When really, I’m just sad

They tell me I am rage-filled

When sometimes, I get mad.

 

 

They tell me not to cry

Whenever things go wrong

They tell me not to sigh

When I don’t feel so strong.

 

 

They say that I am happy

Because I laugh a lot

But sometimes I just giggle

Good reason or not

 

 

They tell me they can see

Through my faces and my voice

When I’m feeling so anxious

And I don’t have a choice

 

 

I keep them on their toes

Watching me all day

Seeing if my emotions

Are coming out to play

 

Each day I fall in love

What blasphemy, they cry.

But it doesn’t matter who it is,

It’s loving that’s the crime.

 

 

Each day I also hate

Even more than when I love

They all tell me not to

It makes him angry up above.

 

 

They tell me what is wrong

In feeling everyday

They say I should stay happy

To stay normal in that way.

 

 

So this is what they say,

I shouldn’t ever feel

They tell me to stay normal

And never to be real

 

 

I can’t live in this world

If emotions are at stake.

Now that I have found this out

I’m finally awake.


Signing off, thegriffingirl at 3:48 PM EST
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HIM
Topic: Poetry

Once upon a time, there was a boy

Whose gaze burned mine like coal.

As he stared, he caught my eye

And quite possibly, my soul.

 

This surely wasn’t love;

Yet surely wasn’t lust.

But since I didn’t know,

My heart I could not trust.

 

I soon grew too obsessed,

But still, I didn’t care.

I didn’t think it’d hurt

To only ever stare.

 

Time flew on and on

As boy grew to a man.

I fell into dreaming

As a star-crossed lover can.

 

Not a word we’d spoken yet;

Too soon, he went away.

Time was well against us,

Since ever the first day.

 

Not a word we’ve spoken since

And still, I do not know

If, on that fateful day we met,

He ever took my soul.

 

But if, indeed, my soul he took,

I’d much rather now know

Than spend all my life thinking

That I was ever whole.


Signing off, thegriffingirl at 3:44 PM EST
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