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| ~POETRY~ |
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| Me Senior Year In High School By My Pond. Those Were The Days. |
| THE MASK |
| A Poem By Melissa Charowsky |
| I hide behind a mask not letting my trueself show You shall never find me; I will never let you know My mask is a sacred shroud It was carefully painted; neatly endowed To hide my true identity Secreting my top priority I cover myself in a veil of disguise To lift it maybe my abrupt demise What you may see is what you get But who I am ; you've never met! |
| ~THERE I SHALL GO~ |
| A Poem By Melissa Charowsky |
| Can you love someone by words alone sight unseen? Can you love them completely and not think it's a dream? Does your heart know the unfathomed truth? And can it not act, mean crass, or totally uncouth? Does it? No. Can it know? Where love whenced placed must grow. A heart that is confused beyond reason Is like a warrior who has committed high treason I do not know which way the wind will blow All I know is where it carries me there I shall go! |
| Forever On Trial |
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| A Poem By Melissa Charowsky |
| I grow tired, very weary I am drab & oh so dreary I kept my state in a constant downward spiral Mind, body, and soul forever on trial Do you doubt my sincerity My dubious popularity I am tired at every turn It is my cross to ever burn Tested, taunted by careless words Vomited laughter that seemed absurb I still rise up on my feet & finding ground On my indomitable sprit's volcanic mound |
| Mortal Pride |
| A Poem By Melissa Charowsky |
| A Poem By Melissa Charowsky |
| I hunt you. Do you feel dread? I stalk you. I'm so near, I'm in your bed. I trap you! You can't run, nor hide. I captured you! Now where's your foolish mortal pride? |
| ~LISTEN~ |
| Listen to me! Oh, why can't you hear? Don't look at me with such a cruel, menacing snear I want! No, I need you to understand! My every thought, question; oh yes, even my command. Are you so shallow that you live in fear? Without hope, love, or even cheer? Why can't you open your eyes and see? Why can't you let those troubles go and let them be? Listen to me! I am yelling so you can hear. Don't run from me, don't show me your fear I am your teacher; your guide It's by my ruling you must abide. |
| ~I Love~ |
| A Poem By Melissa Charowsky |
| I am troubled by ye and greatly so I love someone I shouldn't know He's from a world I shouldn't meet To give in would admit defeat Heis obligated more so than I Which troubles me and I don't know why. |
| SOCIATAL DRUM |
| A Poem By Melissa Charowsky |
| In a closed room devoid of light; trapped! Stripped, helpless, unteathered A fugitive soul Breathing is tight Resisting is futile Chained down not expected Never allowed to fight! Beaten into submission Not allowed to think Is this surreal? No, it's a sociatal drum beating us down. |
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