I have never done this before, I don't usually share my poetry other than with the person it was written to. Usually I destroy them after the recepient has seen it, oh well here they are, a little long but I hope you can get through them and understand them.
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TIME
Time, we are fighting time and time always wins it has
forever to gain it purpose.
Time, can just wait, knowing that "in time" it will
always have its way.
Time, has many allies, your past, your present and the
fear of your future.
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Time, is a formitable enemy, it is afraid of nothing.
Time, speaks to you through the voices in your head
always pushing its agenda.
Time, you fear the ravages of time, its irrational
fears, it aloneness.
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Time, keeps you from sleeping, from moving forward.
Time, does not need a purpose or a plan, it just IS.
Time, will win out, it always does.
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Sometimes, I just sit here staring,
Sometimes, I blank out and see nothing
Sometimes, I panic
Sometimes, I plan senerios
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It is the, sometimes, that I fear
It is the, sometimes, that hold danger for me
It is the, sometimes, where I know it will end
violently
It is the, sometimes, where I hope to find strength to
live
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It is the sometimes where the unknown waits to happen.
In its own TIME.
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Sarah L. Reiter
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Second poem:
Night
That was the name of a poem that wrote itself last
night.
That is right, poems write themselves, all we do is
give them form by putting them on paper.
This poem came into existance in the darkness of
night,
had its form given by starlight,
was read for the first and only time by moon light,
met it demise in the light of a match, burning itself
into oblivion,
felt the end of itself being washed down the sink in
water.
All before it met the corruption of daylight, the sun
rising over the valley.
Night and day, two parts of a whole.
Parts that never really meet, they just touch softly
for a brief moment,
they never really get to know each other and both have
seperate existances.
Sarah L. Reiter
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VANITY
by Sarah Reiter
to myself and Name removed)
Vanity puts us through so much:
It makes us spend hours at the beauty parlor
looking for the perfect hair style
looking for that last stray hair to remove
looking to have the perfect color for our nails.
It makes up spend our last dollar at the store
looking for the perfect Dress
looking for the perfect purse
and shoes to go with it
looking for the sexiest panties and bra.
It makes us spent time infront of the mirror
looking for the perfect makeup
looking to make our face shine
our eyes sparkle.
Vanity puts us through so much:
It makes us hide from the mirror
trying to keep from seeing our imperfections
trying not to see how our bodies have been
butchered by life and doctors
trying to hide from ourselves.
It makes us lie to others
trying not to let them see our inner fears
trying not to let them touch our inner self
trying to pretend like everything is fine, so
they can't hurt us that much more.
Vanity puts us through so much:
It makes us spend money on death
trying to look perfect in death when we
couldn't in life
trying to keep our bodies from showing decay
wasting money on metal coffins to slow the
signs of decay
wasting money having the perfect makeup
wasting money on the perfect dress
trying to fool ourselve in death
wasting time trying to hide from the final
indignity
wasting time on that final act of closing the lid
total darkness, final darkness, the act of dirt
the finalness of being cover for eternatey
trying to stay off the final indignity of life.
Death.
VANITY
