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Author Name: Freefanofjims 9 Comments
Date Added: April 12, 2006 08:04:36 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Empty and Alone~3

Empty and Alone

Iím hanging out where all my friends meet
Over on the corner of east main street
We live in a world that you may not know
Where the trees and flowers do not grow

We're watching a car that's passed by twice
This becomes like our daily exercise
Wonder if it's the police or a rival gang
When all of a sudden I hear a few loud bangs

Jumping for cover as we all hit the ground
Everything's silent and I donít hear a sound
I heard shots fired but thought they missed
So why isnít there a pulse beating in my wrist

There is no hurt or pain that I feel
Yet my body lies here so quiet and still
I can see my friends are starting to cry
It's strange they donít hear me asking why

Realizing at that moment that I had died
Then noticing I was there on the outside
There was so much more I still wanted to say
But empty and alone I just floated away

Author's Notes:
This poem is from the pages of my 3rd book-
The Journey-At The Crossroads-
Todays world seems to be entranced by the
violence and death we have subjected ourselves
to for years- Many of the youth looking ahead do not see the
beauty of life until the moment described in this piece-
I lived this way for years and still wonder how
I survived through it-
I'm beginning to put the pages together for
my 10th book-Reflections 2, The Best of The Journey-
I decided that this poem should be a part of it-
Please let me hear your thoughts on this one-
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Comments:
Comment By: Freeryan on December 29, 2006 05:21:30 AM Report
great write i really like this one it brings back the old days i still live this way some times
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on May 24, 2006 12:00:04 PM Report
Fantastic James. Into favs for me.
I have no doubt at all that is what it is like...here one minute....there the next.

We think its going to be trumpets and many people around us begging us not to go but the truth is it could be like Elvis.........sitting on the toilet!
Yeah when our time is up its up. Great writing here.
Ali x
Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on April 27, 2006 06:06:08 PM Report
The hardest word to understand, I think, is the word why. It seems spoken much too late after a tragedy...never before. Beliefs and then faith get questioned and then blamed. I tell ya, its so quiet in my room right now can hear a pin drop.
Comment By: FreeH. Louise on April 27, 2006 08:30:18 AM Report
Amazing. Absolutely stunning.
You've painted a realistic picture of the world that we live in.
Written wonderfully as usual.
Keep up the fantastic work!
Take care x
~Hannah
Comment By: FreeTE intl on April 13, 2006 01:57:29 PM Report
dad- i've already put your words into my rhythm but i still love this poem but ayo im at school so i gotta dip
Comment By: FreePoetic Soldier on April 13, 2006 07:25:24 AM Report
Very vivid, I love these sort of poems because it shows the extent of a poets mind, It is often easier to write down how you feel than to write about something that hasn't happened to you.

Nathaniel
Comment By: FreeCeeCee on April 12, 2006 06:31:15 PM Report
Wow! This really hits homes, our city recently had two high profile cases like this a couple of weeks ago. Innocent bystanders shot and killed...so unnecessary!

Great job on this piece, James!

CeeCee


Comment By: FreeYumiko Monou on April 12, 2006 09:04:45 AM Report
This is beautful and sad poem. Its gorgeous.
Comment By: FreeGlata on April 12, 2006 08:35:27 AM Report
How often this truly happens! I thank God that there isn't this problem yet where we live...I say "yet" because I know that it's coming...It won't be kept away forever, no matter how much we want it to be.
Such a clear write, James, on how simple it is for life to be snuffed out so carelessly!
Love you, my brother....
Hugs!
Glata




 


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