Poetry in motion

I have recently discovered my portfolio with all of my poetry and some from other people, and I love it. I love the dark twisted person that comes from behind the words and screams for someone to notice them. Was that really me? Is that me still? who knows. All I know is that my darkness makes me smile and I laugh at what I thought was pain as a teenage girl. how little I knew of what life had in tore for me later.... This particular poem caught my attention today as I was looking for something to post. I wrote it on my birthday in 1996 during creative writing class and I again wonder what my teacher thought of me and my mental state. I guess I was positive enough to the outside world that it may have appeared I was a normal person.

Without further ado here is my birthday poem in all it's glory:

Happy Birthday

elizabeth pears 1996

The sin of the eye

Compared to the hand

Blinking

Beating

Fluttering in the snow

I see.

I see you,

Laughing

Cold

Empty

Laughs –

I see.

I see the chupacabra

Sucking blood

Sucking goats -

Goats blood

Blood sucking Vampire -

Ripping the veins

Death

Dying

Dead

Cold

Frozen

Unthaw.

Like children

Playing

In a dark

December river

Flowing

And not moving

Like tears in unfeeling eyes

~*~