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Erin Clarke Poem
The Girl
I know a girl,
With a smile that could
Melt stone into silk.
She sits in the front, ahead of me,
In my class, making me wonder what would
Happen if I could go forward, so she could see.
Because I could care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
With eyes like a waterfall,
Drowning me, herself and everyone.
She smiles a little less, a little forced
Nowhere days, which makes me want to call
To her friends, “Find out what’s wrong!”
Because I can care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
Who sits in class, with her friends,
But somehow all alone.
She doesn’t smile anymore,
And her voice has no tone,
And I wonder when their ignorance
Will end.
Because I care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
Who sits at the front,
Who never wears straps.
And never smiles,
And never says yes to the boys,
Who ask her for a date, and the laps
She runs around the field now have a hoodie,
And have increased in size, no joy.
I am worried, because I care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl
Who doesn’t do her sums
And doesn’t talk to her worried friends.
She always says, “It depends”,
To their frantic questions, if it was fun
Running the race at the track.
I more than care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
Who doesn’t care if her sleeves slip
Up her arms.
And her friends caller her sick,
And ugly, and “too thin”, but she
Keeps her calm.
I think she is beautiful, and I love her, but…
I sit at the back, not really there.
I knew a girl,
Who sat at the front of her
Class, and slept herself gone.
She wrote letters to her parents
Saying sorry, she’d give a reason
But she has none.
And she wrote a letter,
To the sad emo girl,
At the back of the class,
And said she was perfect
And that she loved her
And thanked her, for their
Little infinity,
Because she was always there.
Copyright © Erin Clarke | Year Posted 2015
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Erin Clarke Poem
Heartbeat, listen to the sound
Of your fallen hitting the ground.
Slower, as your vessel drops
Down to my stomach, lock
My emotions away,
My empathy never to see the light of day.
Heartbeat, hear my cries, going out
To the mercy of the night, but the shout
Inside me is left unsaid.
Quiet smiling, eyes are dead.
Heartbeat, see my pain, hidden
Inside me locked and cut ridden.
Feel my hurt, that no one can see,
Stop the raging, monster inside me.
Heartbeat, watch me fall,
see the pity for the monster who caused it all.
I feel it raging at being trapped in such a husk,
An ugly, unappealing uncomfortable, thing, to be resting at dusk.
Heartbeat, ignore me please.
I am not a women to go down on here knees.
I lie with women, as women lies with man, bin
The bible, I am already condemned to sin.
Heartbeat, it is too right to feel wrong
The pained screams from my head I hear are a song.
They turn quiet, but the silence is forlorn.
The silence isn't quiet, and it foreshadows a storm.
Heartbeat, you are forever absent,
But that will be because my hear has been torn.
I figured out the puzzle though. And I hate it to my grave.
I was the raincloud. I was the storm.
Copyright © Erin Clarke | Year Posted 2015
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Erin Clarke Poem
And I never saw
The things I dreamed of
The things I never said
Never weakened to the beckoning claw
And in turn I bled
My hopes out into the mortal world
As pandora did in her
Jar, which lay in fear, curled.
To ever say was a flaw
An imperfection, a weakness.
And so I lived on in hate
Yet was it true? Because a sore
Mind feels love, warmth, and I could never sate
The voice inside my head
Telling me to jump.
Growing weary at a journey end
Is like a nail in the head
Unchangable, but you can not
Remove it. You can accept,befriend
The constant pain, or make your bed
And lie in it, denying, supplying the hurt to clot
Like a cut to the heart.
And I sleep restlessly, because.
Copyright © Erin Clarke | Year Posted 2015
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