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Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

The Wild West (Unfinished)

A Sad Song

my life is like a sad song
with a violin playing in minor
and a slow contrabass

my life is like a sad song
with an out of tune piano
and a broken flute

my life is like a sad song
with two singing voices
with no harmony

my life is like a sad song
a song that is out of tact
it doesn’t sound right

my life is like a sad song
a song, no one wants to hear
it’s barely even a song

By: shoutevenshy read more of her work http://allpoetry.com/shoutevenshy

Anyway

girl
                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Anyway

Do you see that girl over there?
She’s all alone in the corner of the classroom.
She’s sitting at her desk, in her chair.
She has a book in her hands
to drown out the voices of those who don’t care.
To them, she’s a ghost.
She’s sitting before the crowd that hates her the most.

Would you help her?
Would you sit with her?
Would you talk to her and make her feel better?
Would you listen to her?
Would you ignore and put to shame
all who hurt her with their words and call her names?
Would you assure her she isn’t the one to blame?
Would you love her anyway?

She craves what it takes to be brave.
She doesn’t realize she already is.
All these days, all these years,
Fighting back the floods of tears,
She strove to please the impossible
and all she had to give, she gave.
There’s nothing else to say.
Nothing else to study.
She already passed that quiz.

Would you help her?
Would you sit with her?
Would you talk to her and make her feel better?
Would you listen to her?
Would you ignore and put to shame
all who hurt her with their words and call her names?
Would you assure her she isn’t the one to blame?
Would you love her anyway?

They didn’t see her worth.
Didn’t see the value in her birth.
They tried to take what wasn’t theirs to take.
They thought they won,
but they made their biggest mistake.
They started a war they had no reason to fight for.

Would you help her?
Would you sit with her?
Would you talk to her and make her feel better?
Would you listen to her?
Would you ignore and put to shame
all who hurt her with their words and call her names?
Would you assure her she isn’t the one to blame?
Would you love her anyway?

She’s not in that corner anymore.
She’s moved on since then.
She locked that closed door.
She won’t unlock it ever again.

 

By Princess Poetry follow @allpoetry.com/Princess_Poetry and also on her blog here:poetrypiece.weebly.com