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Tangible Solidity</u>
I am an empty shell
A faceless mask
Hollow on the inside
Shallow on the out
I have no tangible solidity
I am not profound
When I look inside me I see
nothingness
Filling my very soul
Seizing it
Like the Black Plague
My only friend is myself
No one knows me completely
Only I
Know the depths of my mind
I know it's strong
I know it's capable of so many things
But I cannot bring it out
I will not bring it out
People criticize
I'm afraid of them
So I stay an empty shell
A faceless mask
Hollow on the inside
Shallow on the out
I am an empty shell
A faceless mask
Hollow on the inside
Shallow on the out
I have no tangible solidity
I am not profound
When I look inside me I see
nothingness
Filling my very soul
Seizing it
Like the Black Plague
My only friend is myself
No one knows me completely
Only I
Know the depths of my mind
I know it's strong
I know it's capable of so many things
But I cannot bring it out
I will not bring it out
People criticize
I'm afraid of them
So I stay an empty shell
A faceless mask
Hollow on the inside
Shallow on the out
Literature
Circles
Circles by Adam Robbins
We're going around in circles while
The pendulum swings away from
The truth that's hiding in your
Eyes, as pure as coveted gold rings
That women wear to show
Ownership of the men that
Leave their shameful lives in
Search of something more shameless
Than previous tries at
The same thing that they failed not
Hours before the last time
They said their farewells from
Women with gold rings that
Swing on pendulums that
Are there to show the truth that
Is hiding in your eyes while
I sit and wonder why we're
Going around in circles
Literature
the trees change
soft gray sunset
fluttering limbs like trunks in the breeze
banana leafs shuffle,
a yellow-green wave
dyed with the thought of rain
the blue of cloud and steel holding back
the bowl of blackberries and milk, a teaspoon of sugar
crosshatched where the birch-hairs twine
in overlapping lines scrawled above
the white bodies turn brown
stretched from molten crucible
into blown gestures
faint suggestions to the wind
the upside-down birdcages
unfurl near the brim
their arms splitting and
growing barbs like battle maces
when the leaves carve away
the paper bark shivers,
leafs, electric on the stem
the shadow from the trunk bleeds
and stains the b
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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I wrote this poem when I was 13 and read it aloud to my whole seventh grade class.
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