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Allison Spik Poem
You wonder what life is like
in a future not to far
away from now,
you dream, you hope,
you assume it will all go well
but every now and then
you realize that all
hope is overrated because
your today is endless
and it's not good.
You realize that nothing
goes right for you anymore
and that you will never be good
enough for the people in your life.
So hoping, dreaming,, striving
seems pointless
because you wonder
if there is even a point
in hoping
because in the end,
all of us end up the same.
So you give up all hope,
just for one second,
test the waters,
cross the street without looking,
walk on the edge of the cliff,
jump off the high diving board,
and are not afraid,
because you know,
that there is no point in the future
when tomorrow and today are the same.
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Allison Spik Poem
What does it mean to be alive?
Is it movement,
taking up space,
putting one foot in front of the other,
healing our scars,
moving on and
getting back up?
Or, is it your brain activity,
thoughts, feelings,
emotions, swirling through your mind,
a soul powerful like a force,
a light that can brighten any darkness
inside and out?
Or is it imaginations,
dreams,
looking for tomorrow,
having experiences
that only lead to fulfillment,
or disappointment
to learning something new?
Is it making a difference,
some sort of contribution,
meaning something to someone,
delivering a memory,
a smile, a sense of hope?
Or, could it simply be a heartbeat,
blood pumping through your body,
full of warmth and passion,
breathing, inhaling, exhaling,
taking in,
letting out?
But, what if your movement is
slow, your motions invisible,
the space you take up is wasted,
and moving on is impossible,
because you are constantly pushed
downwards,
and whenever you try
to get back up, you are sent back
falling down again and again,
leaving a scar that never
disappears?
What if you are emotionless,
and the only feeling is numbness,
and your only thoughts are possessed
by fascinations
of how to stop the terror inside your darkened mind,
and your soul was stolen by all the obscurity
inside and out?
What if you forgot how to imagine good,
and are only led to disappointment
by others and yourself,
and searching for tomorrow was lost
by an endless today?
What if every time
you attempt to give, to have some value,
you are shattered by rejection
from everyone in your life
that you lost any hope that was left?
What if your heart
has no reason to continue beating,
and your blood has become cold as ice?
Are you really living
when breathing is the hardest thing for you to do?
So tell me…
what does it really
mean to be alive?
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Allison Spik Poem
There is a little perfection
in seeing that one person
that understands how you feel,
walking down the hallways,
with your eyes glued to the floor
because, when you look up,
the only thing people can see
is the obscurities
masking your good intentions,
and, the fact that you are different,
which is quite overrated.
The scarce moments when
your eyes meet, for one second
light you up on fire,
make you tingle all around,
because you see his perfect
tattered eyes, showing understanding,
how, you know, that in his eyes,
that he, too, has been through it,
being misunderstood, underestimated,
rejected, and yet, is still fighting.
In that one look, for a split second,
you can see that, although broken,
you both have the same melodies
to a song that's never been heard,
yet needs to be, in order for it to survive,
and you long, for that perfect time
a time when, you can share your sounds,
and not be scared of being torn apart yet again.
I know it's not good. I just wrote it in like...10 minutes haha. Also, I have no experience in any creative writing class. I'm just a high school student. Advice would be appreciated!
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Allison Spik Poem
Should the dark clouds of pain
overwhelm your already broken soul
and the sun has been covered
by a night sky of stars to far to shine,
Should the blood of your fragile body
turn frozen into ice
and the air around you too cold
to thaw your bones into warmth,
Should you ever lose direction
because your maps have been torn apart
by the evils of society
that you are unable to find your way,
Always know there is one place
where you can go in need of warmth,
a place where the sun can shine,
and you can be finally be guided
by the strength of our embrace.
Whenever you lose your way
know that I am here,
together, we are unstoppable
and can conquer fears so far away,
fly into the wonders of space.
Although it's been so long,
I have yet to fade away
you may have disappeared
into little specks of air,
but in my eyes you will always
be bigger than the sun.
Spur of the moment. Just wrote it in a second. It sucks, but that's why I'm writing. I want to get better at it.
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