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Best Poems Written by Jasmine Ekenbarger

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That Time I Lost My Virginity

Be with me for years, Or be with me just one night
I promise to go all out, Intertwined in covers of moonlight
I lust for your affection, If not with words than your erection
It doesn’t have to be real, I just need to feel
An elusive substance that everyone needs
Which you encourage through pushes and heaves
Thrusting deep inside me, Searching for a Truth
That I gave up the innocence of youth just to find
And if I could indeed rewind, I doubt I would have changed
I know it may sound deranged, But as I stared up at your pecs
All I could think was “This is Sex”
And mistook while gazing into your blue eyes
A feeling which I thought never dies

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Bully

We fight this battle time and time again
But there is no winner nor an end in sight
Because you see, This is a fruitless fight
Leaving the damaged to float away at night
Because they don’t see an end in sight either…

And you don’t have to believe her, When she says she’s fine
Because ‘Fine’ is just another way to say, Her world is falling apart
And those hurtful crass words broke her heart
You fling insults like a pitcher on a mound
Chasing him down the hall, Like a thirsty bloodhound
Embarrassment seems to satisfy your thirst
So you show him your Ugly, You show him your Worst

Sticks and stones may break my phones
But don’t you dare say words can’t hurt me!
Because, Don’t you see?
Those are the lies we use when others are abused
But we dare not speak up, For fear of enduring the same
If a witness stays silent, Who is to blame?
If a tree falls but everyone refuses to hear
Do they still have a name?
Or are they just another shadow fading into the backdrop of school
We comfort ourselves by saying
“Oh, well kids can be so cruel!” 
But we leave it at that, Slowly turn our back
And walk away instead…
Washing our hands of the dying, dying dead

You see he was different, Didn’t fit into a clique
Was homeschooled most of his life, And always got sick
So you decided to take advantage of it
A few bruises and a black eye escalated into notes
Telling him to die, That boys aren’t meant to cry
That Men are made of concrete and valor
And your harsh words made him cower
And he became the victim of the hour

And She,
She didn’t fit your definition of pretty or popular
And it just didn’t matter that she was smart
And already had enough weighing down her heart
Name calling was just the start
She didn’t bring home any bruises, Or evidence of her pain
But she bore the punishment each time you called her a name
Alone crying, Mascara trailing rivers down her face
And she did finally start to believe she was a disgrace…

You see being a bully isn’t cool, isn’t smart, isn’t hip
Frankly it’s down right stupid, Yet we see it every day
And instead of helping walk away
Because if you aren’t dishing it out, You aren’t doing anything wrong…
                              Right?

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An Anxious Agnostic's Take On the Afterlife

We don’t shine like we used to, The light in our eyes
Faded long ago, To the radioactive glow
Building our dystopian walls, If you stand there
Upon a crowded city street, You can feel
The ancient shriveled roots beneath your feet
Softly humming a melodic harmony of lost time
And whispering ancient words that never rhyme

We did not make ourselves
With quivering hands and breaking thread
Though we do unravel from toe to head
If pulled too roughly at the seems, Though in the end
What does it all mean?

There’s a seamstress up in the night’s sky
Sewing up your sister’s and brothers
Embroidering our hearts with words
Such as “heroes, cowards, and lovers”
If you stand up tall enough you may be able to see
Over the city walls and metal skyscrapers
Made by homesick dolls

If I tell you that I’m lonely, Will you say the same to me?
And answer all my questions
Was I made in the image of me or of thee?
If I tell you that I’m trying, Will the truth ever prevail?
Or will the dystopian walls flourish
Where Love and Compassion fail
If I say that we are a failed creation, Will you agree with me?
Or will you gaze down with blind eyes?
 Staring lovingly

There’s a motel up in the night’s sky, In the middle of nowhere and lost
That’ll give you a place to stay, Even if you can’t meet the cost
Though the walls are stained, And the beds creak with time
There are ancient whispered words heard
That never rhyme

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Little Red Riding Hood Wants To Be Skinny Too

I was jogging down a wooden trail, Hoping to lose the extra holiday fat
When I saw my favorite little girl, Sporting her fabled red cape and hat
Hoping to surprise her I snuck up quiet & fast, But what I saw caused me to gasp
Little Red had vomit running down the front of her shirt
And grandma’s goodies were splattered all over the dirt
“It’s not what it looks like!” She said, Desperation lacing her voice
“You should have seen how much I ate, I didn’t have a choice
Grandma wasn’t home, And I felt bad letting the goodies go to waste
So I took a nibble but couldn’t resist the taste
So I ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, until my stomach was filled
With not only food but self hate
I tried to stay calm, But I could hardly breath
I tried to suck in, But the voices wouldn’t leave”

‘You little whore, come on piggy, do you want some more?
Your thighs are as wide as the wicked witch’s ass
You will NEVER get the prince, because that slipper’s made of glass
Puke, it’s the only way to fix your mistake
It’s not perfect, but there’s no such thing as a retake’

Little Red smiled  her gruesome grin
And skipped down the path, On a quest to be thin
Red cape flapping in the wind, Smeared by puke
I guess even 11 year old's are
Obsessed with how they look