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best friend, Caitlin Lambert, death, emotions, Fallen Angel, falling, fate, Heaven, Jessica Keohane, Katie.L, old poetry, original poetry, rejected, worry
Flaming down from Heaven
Am I worth to be picked back up?
I could live a thousand lives
It never will amount to what I said
Tears are running, hot, and meant to cry
All of my worries will come back
Strive to hit me in the face
Could I put emotions in a jar and throw them away?
Holding on to nothing, maybe it’ll stay
Push me off for that is my fate
Looking over at the way I am
God, give me a sign to make it end
Am I lost, forgotten, and nothing?
To only die with not a soul mourning
In black I stand to not pretend
The blood I placed is mine alone
No more smiles; a face of stone
Reading it over again
Divided on a thought that can’t mend
I don’t feel like me, but more like a clone
Written by: Caitlin Lambert
poem #216
p.s: My best friend in high school (Katie.L) said this poem described her own thoughts at the time.
Artist/Photographer: Jessica Keohane
Brilliant closing
Thanks. :)
ilI like this piece of work. thank you for sharing. there is some darkness here.
Yes, most of my past poetry is more dark than my current stuff. I think most writers go through “phases” of emotions in their writing. Most of my high school/middle school experience was depressing..hence the tone of the writing. Glad you like dark poetry.
Yes, mam… iLL jus like that you are not affraid to put your life on the lines,,,, that means everything… iLL does not care if the work is new or old… these emotions are never stale or awkaward in the right hands… THNXO= thank you with kisses… glad to have someone be honsest!!!
Thanks iLL! I appreciate the support. :)
Very nice – I like
Gorgeous thought process, striking transparency, glorious humility, I adore you.
Thank you! I’m so glad my poetry can penetrate my audience. :) Made my day awesome.