Day 4 POEM: Nothing

Nothing
Janel J. Tutak, November 13, 2004

I am not special
A forgotten toy that collects dust in a corner
I am nothing new
An old rumor that has lost its juice
I am unimportant
A file that keeps getting placed at the bottom of the pile
I am pointless
A TV show on a blank tape that has been taped over several times
I am insignificant
A penny that is all the change you receive so you tell them to keep it
I am forgotten
A promise you made many years ago while half asleep and intoxicated
I am worthless
A fake coupon that expired many years ago
I am me
A girl who is all these things and less

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Another poem from that site. But I really like it. And though I can't remember who it was about or writing it, the emotion is not hard to imagine. I can read it and feel what I felt. The words are clear as are the emotion. That is one of my favourite things about writing poems. Sometimes feelings are tangled in your head, trapped in your body. But when you put it to words, it makes sense. Sometimes it helps to get it out, sometimes is just helps to have it become clear what your are feeling, even if it doesn't go away. Hurt. Confusion. Pain. They feed off of one another. Poetry is catching them in a spider's web and allowing you to see the beauty in it.

Day 3 POEM: He Doesn't Know

He Doesn't Know
Janel J. Tutak, circa October 2004

Her eyes are blue
Like a cloudy sky
They’re shedding tears
Over a guy

And he’s at home and doesn’t know
How much she loves him so

Her lips are red
Like a bloody heart
They quiver and shake
Cause she’s falling apart

And he’s at home and doesn’t know
That she’s feeling so low

Her skin is pale
Like a milky glass
It’s losing colour
And it’s going fast

And he’s at home and doesn’t know
How much she depends on him to grow

Her voice is weak
And so are her knees
She wants him to love her,
She’s begging him please

But his mind is confused and doesn’t know
Even though he used to love her so

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This is a poem I found on one of my old sites I had as a teenager. It was specifically for my poetry. The date is was posted there was October 2004 but I can't be absolutely be sure it wasn't something I had already written and then posted. I would have been almost 18 years old at that time, if it was written then. I can't actually remember writing this one or whom it is about. But it's teenage heartbreak one of the best reasons to write a poem?