comingofage
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As a child, play
Every night and day
We see the world as our playground,
Though we are not from around.
But as an adult, we have to work
Even though work is a jerk.
Adlts have to think
Nobody ever told me that growing up meant leaving things behind,
that dreams don't just appear but are to be fought for,
Organized Ramblings
A collection of various poems by Kate Emrich
April 29, 2017
Anticipation - I felt, during the hot, arid summer, with the fan’s soft whiz in the background. “I’m going to be a senior, this year.” Fear- a feeling that built up, slowly at first, then
There was a boy who stowed A box of lollipops beneath his bed.Each evening he would take one outAnd gently scratch its head.And then the pop, so gleeful,would reveal its great surpriseA flower bloomed around its headAnd danced before his eyes.Each
I remember how the dogs never slept at night, how sticky my skin got
after a day in the heat, how I stopped taking showers because I thought
lake water would do just fine, and if your hair got greasy,
Trapped in a shell
She's clawing to get out
But no one can tell
She makes sure, without a doubt.
Father would be enraged
That's why I keep her caged.
If you differ in opinion,
Who I am,
I am someone who is not who they appear to be,
Secrets, are what make up who I am,
A past that haunts, however does not prevail over who I want to be,
I am who I am,
We have a tendency to hideEveryday before leaving homeWe put on our maskAnd leave to go into the real worldThere's almost no room for authenticityHow can we "just" be ourselves?Your beliefs, my opinion,
I grew up in the Bronx
Where gang war goes on
Drung Dealers sell to crack heads
And teen mom raising babies
Old people have no health care
And homeless people have no where to go
I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house.
Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg.
I remember,
when I was fourteen,
I found out my friend had been raped.
I didn't even know what it meant
back then.
My friend,
she was a drug addict.
Living with the trauma.
I used to prefer ignorance
But no, no, no,
I did'nt.
I hated the mindset of "ignorance is bliss"
I was a walking contradition
Bound to get hit with reality
god i constantly feel like I'm screaming
i feel like I'm just crying into peoples ear drums
begging them to help me
oh please oh god please help me
i constantly feel like I'm clutching their hands
The burning under my skin,
a fire clawing out of my body.
I hear the tortured souls cry
as they are slowly burned.
The demons hide in the shadows,
waiting for me to sleep.
The moment I close my eyes,
Sea of Love
By: Jimmy Orantes
The sea of love
My darling
Is where i found you
Our eyes locked
Our hearts stopped
The stars aligned
Oh, how we met by great design
I don't know when this started really.
This feeling of falling.
This feeling of emptiness that started as a dark seed and seemed to grow and grow,
taller and darker,
branching into the paths of my mind,
He's glaring at meI can see the shift in himCharm rusted"Don't play adult games when you act like a child"He says this with a new sullen toneOne I hadn't heard him use before
I.
I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt
without having to google it first,
if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain
and enter into the uncertainties of my life
Up I go
Onto my own two feet
My first time
My first step
I pulled myself up
But then I fell
I began to cry
But my mom pulled me up
"Don't cy"
She said
Are you afraid, are you left cold
By the thought of our parting,
The final separation
On that lonely day
Somewhere in the distance,
The unknowable future that
Folds the Now and the Then
If you were to visit my elementary school playground between my 3rd and 6th grade years you could find a
I.
Where do the days go
When a mind smooths itself above
The rippling bubble
Aimlessly resting
Unaware of the big pop.
Where will the days go?
II.
Old
A young girl plays in the warm sunlight.
Tag, you're it.
Running, Laughing, Living.
Hours pass.
Like all children, the girl in the lavender dress is restless.
Dusk.
Legato, my heart, but sing with sweet joy
The eternal tide of time tarries on
Even though these moments have long been gone
That is only our cruel mind’s clever ploy
Dreams do not fade or fly; dreams do not die
You said
You promised
(Cross your heart
and hope to die)
That you would never tell
That I was the one who took the last cookie
that day
in Kindergarten
Because we were
my earliest memory of you was back in India, when I visited your house for the first time since we left the country
The children venture
Into still deeps of forest,
its edges ink black,
A wall of silence.
Their lantern held high
Aloft, a sole point of light
Within the void,
Without the night.
There once was a dragon.
He breathed fire.
He was bright pink with golden stripes.
But he wasn’t a mean dragon.
He was a nice dragon who flew around and gave people cotton candy.
When I’m standing at this ridge between today and tomorrow,
And I’m learning to fix my mouth to call myself a woman,
And l scratch for the crack of a niche in which I’ll fall into place,
I exhale and I write.
It's kinda funny how when you're small all you dream about is growing tall and becoming an adult.
But they never said life would be this hard. It's not all sugar plums and fairy tales.
Understand that there is doubt,
that you may lose whom you care about
But such is the weight of living; and
Although we have fear: Trembles
Visions
Lust
Hindsight
Hope
Doubt
Depression
