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Best Poems Written by Jacen Cieno

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It's a Wonderful Life

Don't let the title fool you,
life is nothing close to wonderful.

I am starting to loathe this
thing called life I am living.

Sometimes I wish I would
slip into a coma until
death took me.

I really don't think many 
will really miss me.

I feel I don't matter to anyone
outside of my family.

I am tolerated,
shown a gesture,
when I am stand in 
someone's presence.

I wish I could live
the movie for a few minutes.

See if I really make a difference
in this world,
in the lives of my friends,
or acquaintances. 

Maybe I could see rather or not
I really mean a damn
to anyone.

Maybe it's best to consider
living this life alone.
It's what I do best.

I just wish it was more of 
a wonder life.

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This Prison

I feel like I am trapped.
This hell, 
this place of torment,
that never ends.

I fear I will never 
get out.
Never get beyond
the grasp of here.

I feel I live in limbo,
existing, but not living.

My decisions are not my own.
My actions are made based on
others.

Yet here I stay,
without having anywhere
else to go.

I do not like anything about this,
I wish I could fight against it,
but what are the consequences?

Where could I go?
How would I live?

I want out of this place so bad,
these walls confine me,
this containment kills me,
I really hate this prison 
I am in.

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Wrong

How does one cope with disappointment?
To know that you have become 
your own worst nightmare.

To know that others do not see you
as you see you.
Maybe you thought you weren't
the problem.

To find out that you are labeled
annoying, a jerk, a complete ass.

To look at yourself in the mirror
and hate who you have become.

To not even associate with the people
you have offended.

Not knowing if you can pick of the pieces
and move on.

Hoping that change can come quickly,
so that you do not feel as I do right now.

Not wanting to feel like this ever again.

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Life I Have Known

I have a fear,
still residing within me.

The fear of my own
stupidity.

The fear of living this life alone.
Maybe it is fitting that I deserve to be
this way.

To know that only one could have ever 
accepted as I was.
Yet I did not truly deserve her.

But that is behind me now.

To give up the only thing
I thought I wanted,
what I thought I needed.

Yet after the fact,
it wasn't something I truly
was ready for.

I have finally seen myself 
for who and what I am.

I do not know if I will ever get
another chance.
If I will ever be accepted by another.

As I look at the conditions
in my life,
the lacking,
the unwanted qualities,
and characteristics.

From the material to the immaterial,
maybe it is best if this life be lived
as I know it best.

The way I live right now, alone.

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Where Do I Go

How can I move on from here?
How can I forget what I felt?

Yet I do not have it in me anymore.
My love has faded away.
I do not know why.

My feelings and emotions have left.
I had really checked out for good.

I thought maybe I would 
try again for her sake.

And now I have only hurt her more.

The silence in me kills,
tortures her so much.

I only want to stop this pain 
and end it for her benefit.

Either way, there isn't
a happy ending.

I feel pain, and my heart
burdens me for what is to come.

Because she will be overwhelmed 
with pain,
a broken heart,
and eyes filled with tears.

Where do I go from here.

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The Plague

After countless hours of thought,
of looking at myself 
through a microscope.

Dissecting the issues and problems
I see in myself.

I conclude that I am not more 
than a corrupted man.

My mind wanders,
filled with despair and darkness.
My heart voided,
the passion I had removed.

I am not good for anyone,
I am not worthy to be in 
the public's presence.

It would be better to ignore me
than to give me attention.

Maybe then I will see that it is me
that has the problems.

Issues I can only see,
after the fact of embarrassing myself.

Affecting everyone around me,
like a virus.

The room becomes grey,
a little more pessimism,
darker still.

Maybe I could blame how I was 
treated for countless years.

Maybe I could find some reason for
the way I am now.

But here I am,
after everything
is said and done.

My outcome is everything I wish 
it wasn't.

I do not want to be who I once was,
I do not wish to corrupt anyone else,
or to allow myself to affect those
I hold dear.

I must contain this plague that
is within my heart.

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Knives

It takes a word,
a jab,
to poke fun at,
regardless of the meaning.

From a inconsequential moment,
to a serious talk.

From being critiqued,
to a mean spirited attack.

It takes time to see
what the author is trying 
to say.

What was the motive?
What was the thought behind it?
Was the author doing it for their benefit
or the one they spoke about?

Why do we become so quick to 
react to a word,
that may or may not be aimed
at someone?

Why should a light hearted topic
become an out of control debate?

Yet at the end of the day,
the author must choose the words
wisely,
not for his or her sake, 
but for the one they are speaking to.

May the words not become knives.

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Emptyness

I do not know what has
come over me.

The passion I had,
the emotions are gone.

My heart has become
dormant once again.

My once lively flame
has become snuffed out.

I do not know why this
has happened.

At this junction in my life,
at this opportune moment.

The one who loved me,
as I am now.

And I feel nothing
in return.

It is unfair,
unbalanced, and tragic.

I never thought this could 
happen to me.

Every emotion and thought I had
is now gone.

I am completely empty 
which leaves me a complete mess.

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Solo Act

It's what I do best,
doing whatever it is,
alone.

Not having to worry about
interfering with other people.
No one needs to go out of their
way for me.

Yet I seem to have people
ask, "why?".
I ask, "why not?"

Some ask me why do I not
offer others,
invite them to what I do.

The sad truth is,
I do.

I am cancelled on,
blatantly ignored,
given every excuse
imaginable.

Then I end up doing what 
I planned to do,
alone.

Why must I create heartache
when none is needed?

Why must I get hopes up
of people wanting to spend 
time with me?

Why should I ask people
when all I get is a "No....."?"

Why spend one more second 
thinking about the countless
number of rejections I receive?

Maybe this is why I prefer
my solo act.

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What's To Come

The moment has come,
although the deadline is not near.

I approach my decision with haste
and rational thinking.

There is not much left for me to do,
except wait.

Keeping emotions sidelined,
as it should be.

Not allowing "what ifs" or
"if onlys" play in my head.

Being logical and seeing 
things for what they are.

No longer ignoring what I turned
my head from knowing
what I did.

I can only hope she see it
as I do.

I pray that she sees where I am
and knows what is coming.