About being the middle child
Ring a bell and they’ll come running
It’s too bad they haven’t noticed yet
A perfect first and third, expounded upon
While the second gets caught in the crossfire
Get whatever you want
Of course you can have it
You’re a living of the newest
You’re not old enough to do wrong yet
I wish…
I wish…
Blanks?
If only…
So many “If onlys”
So many “I wishes”
It’s strange how quickly
The empties pile up
Empty feelings?
Empty promises?
This generation; why
So full of empties?
Guilt- the biggest weapon
But as long as it seems that I’m doing it on purpose
Use it to expiration
Feel free, because
It’s already done
Words on the wind
Never to return
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I liked this poem because sometimes it reminds me of myself because while I talk to someone on the phone (like one of my cousins and my sister), I would eventually run out of things to talk about.
Even though some parts of this poem don't make sense to me, the whole of it seems to say back to me something I think a lot but can't quite find the words for. A feeling that's summed up with the phrase, "Guilt- the biggest weapon". Sometimes I feel like under all of America's proud patriotism is an epidemic of the empties, and this poem has that feeling.
nice poem
so true about the biggest weapon.
Good poem! Thank you for sharing this ;)
I always wanted a cool sibling. I got stuck with a sister whose goal in life was to kill me....literally. :/
I love abortion. Read more here:
http://progressiveu.org/044921-i-love-abortion-even-if-it-murder
Except mine was a brother. He got over it as we got older though, and now we're friends.
But here's to surviving childhood!
http://www.progressiveu.org/blog/ediblewoman
Now we see where the finger pointing in your other posts comes from, darling. Work it out on this board, but not with hostility toward the views you encounter.