Poetry

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"Sun"
by Cassandra Kahn

Dearest Sun, thy radiant soul,
your light fills me with joy;
your warmth thaws my chilled heart.
I reach for you, but your intensity causes me to wither;
my leaves wilt, my petals fall,
and I start to fall back to the earth.
Can I ever have you?


"Angel"
by Cassandra Kahn

Falling into oblivion
no sense of up or down
left or right.
Nothing can be seen
except the angel.
The angel's face can be seen in the mind
and in the heart.
Its smile and warm eyes sooth the body
but torment the heart and mind.
All the while falling deeper and deeper into your own oblivion
with seemingly no end or no way out.


"The blanket"
by Cassandra Kahn (me)

Hiding under a blanket
in the corner of the room
the girl does not know life.
No love.
No hate.
No knowledge.
No emotion.
The blanket chokes her,
strangles her so she cannot breath.
It smothers her mind and kills her dreams
but she does not know better.
She does not know life.


"My flower"
by Cassandra Kahn

Delicate little flower
hidden in the depths of a cave
still flourishes.
Beautiful and fragrant
yet seen by none.
Its scent has touched the noses
of only few
but has lingered there for eternity.


"Heart! We will forget him!"
by Emily Dickinson

Heart! We will forget him!
You and I tonight.
You may forget the warmth he gave.
I will forget the light.
When you have done
Pray, tell me that I may straight begin!
Hast! Lest while you're lagging
I remember him.


"I am human"
by Cassandra Kahn

You walk on me and trample me as you go.
I am, to you, just another rock for you to step on along your path.
But I am no stone.
I am not cold and hardened like a stone.
I cry salty tears like you.
I am human.


Stupid Girl Pt. II
by Cassandra Kahn

The stupid girl blindly wades through the ocean
Letting each swelling wave knock away a piece of her.
Smiling as she is constantly abused by the tide, the salt grinding at her skin
Trying to get inside.
She lets the salt in and accepts the sea’s reign over her.
It pulls her downward.
Down into its darkest depths
Until burying her vacuous smile in the sand.


Proud of my Broken Heart
by Emily Dickinson

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,

Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.


Weakest Flower
by Heather

The most beautiful,
the most loved,
are often the fastest to wither,
suddenly,
expectedly.
Unless under the protective shade,
of a powerful,
less appreciated,
entity.


Ode to the Self Absorbed
by Cassandra Kahn (me!)

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
who's the most self centered of all?
The world revolves around them, or so they think.
They think they can change people with a snap or a wink.
They read beauty magazines to follow the latest trends.
Their hair always seems so perfect, without any split ends.
Never without a mirror and a brush in their bag.
All they talk about are themselves as if all they do is brag.
They are as deep as a puddle and as smart as a rock.
They own all the beauty products the stores have in stock.
They always walk in groups, they never walk alone.
The only skill they have in life is talking on the phone.
Now you have been informed, so be alert when you tread.
But do not fear these people, for they have nothing in their heads.


Stupid Girl
by Cassandra Kahn (me)

The stupid girl opens up too easily.
She tells people her feelings and always gets hurt in the end.
You think she would learn from her experiences, but no.
She's just a stupid girl.

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