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 The Autumn Atmosphere
The sun is peeking shyly through the clouds today,
They loom up overhead like cotton balls.
The chilly air sends goose bumps crawling up and down your skin,
We really seem to be approaching fall.
The geese are flying proudly in the sapphire sky,
The wind is whistling through the golden trees.
Once again I see the children bustling back and forth for school,
And the elders dreading winter like disease.
The beach is vacant 'cause the water is too cold,
But no one wants to wear a jacket yet.
The teens are chatting cheerfully in the warmer afternoon,
They can't wait for the weekends you can bet.
*~Jacklynn
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Altered
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall,
No one can survive its endless call.
Oh the temptation to live and to love,
Is choking me slowly, a sign from above,
That I should be joyous and I should be free,
But not a soul cares to treat me decently,
For fear of persecution, or teasing from a friend,
We all know who will be the loser in the end.
For as long as the moon shines its face upon this earth
We shall all be threatened with the subliminal curse.
The torture of waiting unbearable it seems,
I will amount to something, if only in my dreams.
I don't dare sit back and watch life fly by,
I tried that angle once, and was squashed like a fly.
Hearts of the innocent crushed beneath the pain,
Awaken from your morbidity before you perish in your shame.
I wallow in self pity, weep myself a ocean of despair
I swim from the depths to find the top isn't really there.
You have beaten me down from the innocence I experienced in a bind
To the ounce of dust invisible to your superficial mind
You left me here, transmorgified, as a hateful morbid wretch
And act as if it is my fault my life lies in a wreck.
*~Jacklynn
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The Misunderstood
The full moon, so pale, so pure,
Looms over the water, so still.
I sit and I watch as the clouds drift by,
And I weep, for my mind is ill.
There is a chill in the air tonight,
Not as cold as my hardened heart.
I seek answers of the pain inside,
I envy the caribou, her peace is an art.
They may label me noncomposmentis,
And they know that I'm ill at ease.
I express myself through careful words,
But cannot find inner peace.
Not a soul on this earth seems to know who I am,
Nor care to understand.
And so I am left here, with a hardened heart,
A freak of nature, feeling bland.
Many of the experiences I've had so far,
Have helped me to endure this life.
Yet I have turned a sour shoulder to it,
And they mistake my pain for strife.
I mean not to repel those others,
Who make me the misunderstood.
I only wish to be an equal you see,
Some acceptance I need, and I should.
*~Jacklynn
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The Single Most Poignant Person
I am the single most poignant person I know,
I'm stubborn, I'm quarellsome, and I'm mean.
I'm often so wrathful I have to lie low,
I'm so brutal I hate to be seen.
I'm offensive, obnoxious, and oppressive to boot,
I sin nearly all of the time.
I'm a living nightmare and I don't give a hoot,
To me being polite is a crime.
I'm evil itself, a belligerent fool,
My jargon is foul as can be.
Can you figure it out, If I am so cruel,
Why is everyone so nice to me?
*~Jacklynn
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