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Rayne Thomas Poem
You never listen
Yes I know it's true
I see you try and deny it
How's that working for you?
I will say one thing
You will hear another
I will try to fix it
The misunderstanding you see
I just got in trouble
(Sigh) I told you so
They never listen to me
They say they do
And I know they try
But all I want to do is scream
"JUST LISTEN TO ME SOMEONE PLEASE"
All I asked is that you think
What is real?
Do I ever ask this?
Will I ever again?
All I really did
Was ask
For friend
All I want
Is to be free
Free to listen
And free to be me
Sadly though
You'll never see
Just how much your
Not listening has killed me
I have tried
Really I did
I know that I'm not eighty
I know that I'm not nice
But the only thing I asked
For was five minutes (at the most) of your life.
I'm sorry that you failed
I'm sorry that I tried but
Mostly I'm just sorry that
I'm not sorry,
Not anymore.
Copyright © Rayne Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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Rayne Thomas Poem
It’s not fair
But then it never is
All the teachers
All the learning that they got
It couldn't prepare them
Could it?
It couldn't stop it
Or halt it
Or even control it?
The whirlwind that is I
All the promises and
All the lies
It was all too much
It was never enough
I tried
They didn’t
The whispers behind my back
The taunts, and jeers;
Even the teachers
Who are supposed to protect
and keep order;
Just walk away
Just ignore her
She’ll go away
Yes Mrs. Mother
Well stop it
Don’t worry
Freak
Vampire
Weirdo
She has coodies
She’s creepy
No one likes you
Go away
No one wants’ to play with a lesbian like you
It would be so much better if she were gone
I wish she would just leave forever
Would it?
Could it?
Was it?
I left
I hide
I never showed my face
But you still;
What did I ever do to you?
What could I have done to you?
I was only ten
Just barely out of childhood really
But I can't really blame you...can i?
No I can't
My only option left
Was silence
Did it make you happy?
Did you smile?
Was all that work
All that cruelty
All that heartache;
Was it worth it?
Did it finally make you feel better?
Like you were better,
More powerful?
Who was your next victim?
Never mind.
Not like it matters
They didn't help them either
I suppose
You can't see
You refuse to see
Just like the teachers
They all failed
Not only me
But you
And
Every
Other
Child
That
Was
Forgotten,
Lost,
And
Alone.
I hope you all are proud.
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Rayne Thomas Poem
You’re sorry,
You are sorry,
Well sorry, doesn’t fix it,
It doesn’t make it better.
You can’t fix demolished,
Nope, not even with sorry,
Somethings,
They just get too broken, too messed up,
Too destroyed, that
They will never be whole again.
Bandages and bondage only do so much,
Can only do so much,
I have to wonder why?
Why did you ever think sorry could fix this?
Could make this dust and ashes,
Back in to a heart, and a soul?
Sorry, I am sorry to say, Can’t fix everything.
Copyright © Rayne Thomas | Year Posted 2015
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Rayne Thomas Poem
I give up
no
strike that
I Quit.
this is not happening
no matter what I do you--
that's just perfect
lets blame it all on me then shell we?
oh I need to calm down
I'm over reacting?
I'm not even raising my voice and I need to calm down
of Course because you are so---
no I'm not being mean
no this is not negotiable
I am not being mean
I can not handle stupid, oblivious,----
oh because I have learning issues I'm the one at fault?
that makes perfect since,
I just went up, and asked for them in the line at the super market did i?
umm...Mr. God sir can I have an ADHD apple and some anger issue socked berries?
Right
sit down,
be quiet,
don't do that,
Put the book away,
get off that tablet.
like I can really control it.
I'm not doing it on purpose
I do not wake up in the morning as say alright witch teacher can I piss off to day and what kid am I going to make cry?
hmm...lets see I pick Issac and Johnny-boy
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Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking,
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
The hate,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
Redemption
Forgiveness
Unconditional love
All in the loud roar
Of spring
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The breezes and the trees
From summers long ago
Summer reading programs
Done in under four days
-- Give or take
Of sneaking out to read
By pale moon light
With dreams of Xiandré, twins and knights
Of crazy thoughts when I wake
I remember
A life not my own
Nor my only
Humanity’s screams
For salvation
Cries of betrayal
Despair and failure
-- Innocents discarded
Of tears shed for
The lost, the dead, the unwanted
Stories of warriors and mages
Injuries and battles,
Wars and bloodshed
I remember
Feelings not my own
Nor my only
Waking up, picking up
Returning to the day
Longing glances to the bag
Friends unmade, unknown
Dreams, memories
Unsung heroes
Lives they gave
Pain we shared
A trial of time
I remember…do you?
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