I'm not that good at poetry, but I like this one. :)



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I made an indentation on the world;

I carved my initials into its soul

And left my mark.

I was the song that played in its dreams

For one night.

I was the ink-stain on its weathered pages – 

A stately sentence, a stamp of purpose on the paper.

I stood and screamed into the sky

And the world heard me.

I slid across the world’s heartstrings

And made a melody that lingered

Like snowflakes in the sky.

I burned myself into its crust –

The messy and the mundane and the magnificent –

All of it, scorched onto the skin of the earth.

I was the scab on the surface of the world;

Itchy and crusted black with burnt-out dreams,

And the weariness of words not heard.

I was the scar that formed when the scab was scratched;

Pink flesh faintly puckered with remembered pain,

Stretched and smoothed by the slow passage of time.

I was the smear of dirt,

The stain of quirks and confusion,

Of irrational anger and hysteria.

I was music and midnight,

Hope and despair,

Fear and strength.

I scarred and sang and screamed;

I broke and blackened and scorched;

I laughed and loved and lived,

And the world saw.

The world remembered.

I was here.