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March 5, 2014
By kkdreamer101 SILVER, Mandeville, Louisiana
kkdreamer101 SILVER, Mandeville, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
I'm never going back; the past is in the past. Let it go.


Don’t you know what you did? Why couldn’t you hold your tongue?
Sometimes I think you thought, you meant, meant to hurt me, meant to burn me.
Sometimes I think you meant for my tears, when losing you became my greatest fear,
Why aren’t you here?
And then I think, I really think, I think and then I blink,
To blink away the tears, tears cried over a king,
A king undeserving, deserving not my tears,
And I speak these words of wisdom as someone past my years,
But still you’re gone.

Why aren’t you here?
And as my eyes, wells as they are, keep having water brought to the surface,
And as I look back upon all we had, I still get butterflies, get nervous.
As I reminisce, I think, “Why must I do this, I hurt myself just so,”
But then I remember, oh that time in December, and I remember how I love you.
But even with that love, still, whispered in my ear, lurking, lurking,
I see that you seem to be, oh, the Demon whom I fear. Yet still-
Why aren’t you here?
And as my eyes shan’t run dry too soon,
And as I cry, I’m my own personal monsoon,
And as I try to recall how wrong you really were-
You were still a first, you were still mine,
And mines hold emerald, diamonds, other gorgeous things,
But mines hold danger, and mines collapse before the diamonds are on rings.
And you, you fell, as all things do, in time, but as you fell I was crushed, trapped,
But on the inside. Outside I was free, a bird winged and above,
Yet inside, be I a prisoner? A prisoner of love.
And even though I no longer have you, and I should be released,
Oh still I am trapped, for, oh, still I ask, why, my dear,
Why aren’t you here?
Now I suppose ‘here’ is a thing of relativity, and only relativity,
For if we speak of here as it is in my heart then there you are, ripping it apart,
Yet if we speak of here as within yours? There is no ‘me’, closed is my door.
Banished was I, in under a day, banished because of the words I did say.
And there she is, in the space I once was, there she is, finding her way in as she does.
And you blame her for this demise? I suppose it’s to be expected, not even a surprise.
But maybe if you thought instead of simply circumventing your problems,
Then maybe you could realize you were the one who truly did condemn.
It’s your fault, you did it, it isn’t the fault in ourselves or our stars,
But the faults in our actions, which create faults in our hearts.
And as you can see, in anger now I pen this,
I can think, having you not here, I shall not miss.
So you’re not here.
It’s your loss not mine. It’s your problem not mine,
And yes I may miss having someone to miss me, someone to kiss me,
But I hear you moved on, and so I shall too, and now with my time I know what I shall do!
I’ll smile and I’ll laugh and continue on my way,
And with that I’ll bid you a sweet, swift, good day!
I’ll create my own now, create my own here.
And I will stop these silly wells,
So flooded, spilling tears.
Farewell to you is what I now whisper,
And you better bet,
You’re going to miss her.


The author's comments:
I, fairly recently, lost the person I choose to consider my first love and who indisputably was my first kiss. Adults tell me to get over it and move on because it doesn't matter. I wrote this piece to portray my grief, but I now hope it serves to show that love exists in adolescence and that we can love as well as lose even in our youth.

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Chala SILVER said...
on Jul. 9 2014 at 10:42 pm
Chala SILVER, Sonora, California
8 articles 0 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.&quot;-The Great Gatsby<br /> &quot;All the world&#039;s a stage.&quot;-Hamlet

I know how you feel . . . I have been told that teenagers do not understand the concept of love as adults do . . . but we do, and that poem is beautiful. Love the part about mines and diamonds, find my poem "Sliced tomatoes and lies", it reminds me of your poem, and let me know what you think.

on Mar. 13 2014 at 8:34 pm
kkdreamer101 SILVER, Mandeville, Louisiana
7 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
I&#039;m never going back; the past is in the past. Let it go.

Thank you so much! I'm so excited; I get to perform it live tomorrow!!!!!!

on Mar. 13 2014 at 8:10 pm
bellariptor PLATINUM, Lexington, Massachusetts
25 articles 70 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
Poetry is the soundtrack to my life, the lyrics are my thoughts accompanied by the melody of my emotions.

Thanks so much for sharing this. You transformed these words and made them beautiful in such a creative way. 

on Mar. 9 2014 at 4:04 pm
kkdreamer101 SILVER, Mandeville, Louisiana
7 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
I&#039;m never going back; the past is in the past. Let it go.

Riddle, thanks a gazillion!!!!!

RegMel said...
on Mar. 9 2014 at 1:51 am
RegMel, Mandeville, Louisiana
0 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It was my kingdom, ok? And when enemies attack your kingdom, you don&#039;t flee. You show them why it&#039;s your kingdom.&quot;

Don't Blink. Great job again writtenrivers99 keep them coming :D