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Where I Come FromWhere I Come From
I come from a long line of diversity,
Where to each is his own,
None the same, yet none totally different.
I come from a long line, never straight,
Always curving to Destiny's will.
I come from a long line of dreamers.
Dreamers and Schemers
With tricks and traps on their minds
A long line of deception and misleading
Why Me?Why Me?
Why is it that they pick me last?
Why is it that every time something good happens Something bad follows?
Why can't I ever catch a break?
What are these feelings?
Why does everything that comes to mind refer to my only way out?
Why do I have these feelings?
Why is it that I feel alone?
Why is it that no one is there?
Why hasn't anyone been there?
Why am I alone?
Why Can't anyone help me?
Why don't they understand?
Why Can't I be me?
Who controls life?
Why can't I be special?
Where Is God?
Where are the angels?
Why can't they be with me?
I AloneI Alone:
I Alone understand who I am
I Alone understand what it is to be me
I Alone understand that I can only do what I am capable of.
I Alone understand that I can't be changed
I Alone know who I am
I Alone know who my friends are
I Alone know what people say about me
I Alone know what they really mean
I Alone think I can
I Alone think I can't
I Alone think I am
I Alone think I'm not
I Alone Understand The consequences
I Alone know why
I Alone think I can handle it.
Only One Knows I Can't
But That Isn't Me
Random Story: UntitledThe car was still running, but not going anywhere. I looked down at the clock on the dashboard. 12:30 PM. I sat, in the parking lot, across from a house that I had visited more times than I could remember. I wasn't sure I should do what I had intended to do when I drove here. There was a good chance that she didn't live there anymore. There was an even better chance that she had already forgotten about me.
I guess I should back up. Explain what happened, before I continue on to what I am doing. My story is a long and complicated one, so I will just say the basics.
My name is I.T. 3rd Class Jessica Sanders. I am currently on leave before going to my first duty station in Korea. I had joined the United States Navy, a month after graduating college with my Associates Degree, and I had just gotten done with Boot Camp and Advanced 'A' School. I wanted to make something right before I left. The house I am currently staring at is a house that I had visited a lot in high school, as its younges
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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