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Erin Murphy Poem
On this paper you’ll read what killed our humanity
The simple answer: it died to corporate greed
Our race is alive, our morals are not
But we’re just simply doing what we were taught
We murder and steal, then fine and judge
Our hypocrisy is limitless, criminals don’t even run
We point the finger, right and left
And we’ll point it till we have nothing left
If you find this note on a rock
Look to the horizon to see our Earth
I don’t even know what’ll happen to me
Maybe we’ll figure it out and be actually free
But if you only see space, say goodbye to the human race
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Erin Murphy Poem
My brain is flooded
I feel so worn
I’m always tired
My mind is torn
Too many options
Not enough time
I struggle
But it’s in my mind
I’m here and there
I’m happy, I’m sad
I’m never both
But I’m always mad
Many emotions
In my head
Most times I think,
“I’m better off dead.”
It hurts to think
So I push it down
But it builds up
Into something …
…I can’t turn off
Maybe I’m sensitive
Maybe I’m soft
I try to tell people,
But they blow me off
Google Search,
“What to do…
…when I’m always blue?”
Copyright © Erin Murphy | Year Posted 2025
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Erin Murphy Poem
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
“Oh my, oh my!”
“A fairy with real wings who can fly!”
I cried out loud
“Why yes I am and yes I can,”
The fairy said rather proud
Her wings fluttered and fell blooms and dust
The gold and lilac made me think
“Catch and keep her, I must!”
As I cupped my hands around her
I felt a strange tingle
The air around turned a purple blur
And the fairy laughed with a jingle
Before I knew where I was
I hit the ground with a thump
The soil was topped with a lavender fuzz
I looked to see the fiendish fairy on a stump
How can something so beautiful
Be so mischievous
Before I could question, on my shirt she pulled
As we walked I felt rather nervous
“What is this place,”
“What did I do to deserve this?”
I scrambled to say
She halted her wings of lace
Then turned to me with a grin to reply
“This is my realm”
“You tried to catch me but I caught you!”
Just then we started to fly
We flew to a huge purple elm
Then inside, the sap stuck to me like glue
I felt myself become smaller and smaller
And the fairy seemed taller and taller
There I was in a tiny birdcage
All because of my greed
I sat there for the rest of time without age
In the purple realm, in the little birdcage
I would dream and dream
My life before I met the sprite
The one the keeps me locked away in spite
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Erin Murphy Poem
Sometimes I only feel sad
Sometimes I can just cry
Sometimes I lose all hope
Sometimes I am all alone
And sometimes I smile wide
Life certainly has its downs
Sometimes I drown above water
But there’s also a future
There’s friends to be made
There’s fun to be had
Reframe the situation at hand
Use it to your advantage
Everything bad is a strength
You have everything but hopelessness
You need to use it
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Ancient howling came back to Earth
And before long more species followed
Some contested against this unnatural birth
But no one could deny it’s monetary worth
Then after a little - our world was swallowed
Even though we lacked a time machine
We ended back up in the Pliocene
Then we fell
We fell down and down
Further down the chain
The more scientists screwed with the current domain
Some of us reverted back as well
Gathering and hunting, because our old-new world fell
Some would live and some would die
Kids were taken and mothers cried
The ones in white coats were mostly taken first
They were the ones who unleashed the curse
Cities got taken by giant birds
They roosted atop the buildings we built
Everywhere you went, a sound could be heard
The sound of blood being spilt
Predators and their megafauna prey
Against each other make the worst sound I’ve heard to this day
But at least it’ll keep them fed
Sometimes that sound made me sleep more soundly in my bed
Oh how the tables turn
And how we turned them till the world burned
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The Eternal Question,
How can I answer you?
The Eternal Question
I could never figure what was true
Why would God make a child spend her formative years
With a mother who brought nothing but tears
If John 4:8 is true,
“Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love,”
Why did my church going mother get satisfaction from my fear?
Atheism would fit me like a glove
With that being said,
Loving God means I can rest when I’m dead
I have faith despite what happens
Regardless of what is said by a false prophet,
Regardless of all of my bad habits
“A problem that Jesus dealt that still exists today:
Some claim to follow him but continually fall astray”
I can have this belief
Yet I still rebuke the church
An entity that claims to be godly but only causes war and hurt
The eternal question, is He real?
I believe so, yes, because what else would there be?
There has to be somebody who loves me for me
That doesn’t mean that there aren’t earthly beings who do
My sister, my father, my friends
Theirs is all true
But all of them have an inevitable end
The love in their hearts is everlasting,
It is God
And so it is good
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I am plagued by memories
My eyes have seen things I will never un-see
I am plagued by thoughts that my mind continually harbors
Stuck in my mind, a prisoner in her quarters
I’m outside looking in
The farmer should’ve kept the healthy hen
But he let her run away
So I am plagued by memories
The person I used to be
I should’ve kept who I was
But I had to go and mess it up
I cut my own brakes
Now I go and make every mistake
I have done and said things that I can never take back
I put the own knife in my back
I am reminded of who I was
Would it be better if I was always like this?
Would it be better if I had nothing to miss?
But alas, I am plagued by memories
Copyright © Erin Murphy | Year Posted 2025
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