Dear Aaron Burr
History’s eyes once saw you in a harsh light.
The nation lashed at you with disparaging remarks.
I imagine their detestment and despicery.
Granted, you killed a Founding Father,
But there are two sides to every story.
With Hamilton having his told,
Subsequently,
Yours was spoken of as well.
We forgive you, Aaron Burr;
Or, at least I do.
You were a man who succumbed to human error.
You were a man who fell to ethical misfortune.
However, let’s remember, Burr: you weren’t the only one.
Hamilton had his flaws.
Your mistake was agreeing to a duel,
Yet envy seems to be the worst of the two.
The devil enjoys toying with the weak of heart.
Jealousy devoured your soul as you witnessed Hamilton reach a social zenith.
That man taunted and enraged you; he behaved like a child.
However, he was a cunning manchild who was as petty as he was intelligent.
He was determined to make the world demonize you, just out of spite.
It is that historical low-blow that makes me g
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Dear Eliza Hamilton
Dear Eliza Hamilton
Why?
Why would you stay with Alexander?
He was a penniless war veteran; and, although good with a pen,
He brought shame and dishonor to your family!
He was the reason your eldest son died.
Yet…
Yet you stayed by his side.
You were devoted to his cause.
You braced against his wrongdoings!
You forgave him for his greatest sin.
It is that which is most baffling: your forgiveness,
Despite everything he did.
He helped found our great nation,
But that wasn’t what sealed his legacy.
You are what secured his legacy.
Even after everything, you chose to mold it.
Without you, no one would know his story.
The two of you will be motivation for generations.
Why?
Why would you stay with Alexander?
He was a penniless war veteran; and, although good with a pen,
He brought shame and dishonor to your family!
He was the reason your eldest son died.
Yet…
Yet you stayed by his side.
You were devoted to his cause.
You braced against his wrongdoings!
You forgave him for his greatest sin.
It is that which is most baffling: your forgiveness,
Despite everything he did.
He helped found our great nation,
But that wasn’t what sealed his legacy.
You are what secured his legacy.
Even after everything, you chose to mold it.
Without you, no one would know his story.
The two of you will be motivation for generations.
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Motivation
Motivation
Arguments pass by, and time and time again,
my lack of motivation is hissed.
"You have no motivation to do a god damn thing!"
Now, for you,
this is an excuse to treat me
as though I am a child.
In doing this,
you NEVER investigate WHY I feel this way.
"If you want to be an adult, then you need
to sit me down and we'll talk."
. . . I've tried, and with every attempt, you brush me off.
Why?
You consider me a child,
thus assuming that I have nothing worthwhile to say.
I can never win.
I knew this before,
but didn't realize
how severe the loss would be.
I'm trapped.
Even at eighteen, I will not be free.
I will be stuck.
If I know that I will never be free,
then what's the point of finding
Motivation?
Arguments pass by, and time and time again,
my lack of motivation is hissed.
"You have no motivation to do a god damn thing!"
Now, for you,
this is an excuse to treat me
as though I am a child.
In doing this,
you NEVER investigate WHY I feel this way.
"If you want to be an adult, then you need
to sit me down and we'll talk."
. . . I've tried, and with every attempt, you brush me off.
Why?
You consider me a child,
thus assuming that I have nothing worthwhile to say.
I can never win.
I knew this before,
but didn't realize
how severe the loss would be.
I'm trapped.
Even at eighteen, I will not be free.
I will be stuck.
If I know that I will never be free,
then what's the point of finding
Motivation?
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Freedom
Freedom
It has long since been tossed to the wind.
I know this now, and I won't forget it.
She will control and manipulate me
until she dies; or something far more morbid occurs.
I know why Angelou's caged bird sang.
It clearly saw what awaited it outside the cold bars
of oppression and hatred.
Freedom.
My caged bird cries for independence,
but the avian keeper intends to clip my flying feathers.
They're badly injured, but should recover with help from
Self-reliance
Boldness
and Independent Thought.
It is these that the keeper despises.
The keeper is obsessed with her little birds.
But this bird is going to fly away.
Just
You
Wait
And
See!
It has long since been tossed to the wind.
I know this now, and I won't forget it.
She will control and manipulate me
until she dies; or something far more morbid occurs.
I know why Angelou's caged bird sang.
It clearly saw what awaited it outside the cold bars
of oppression and hatred.
Freedom.
My caged bird cries for independence,
but the avian keeper intends to clip my flying feathers.
They're badly injured, but should recover with help from
Self-reliance
Boldness
and Independent Thought.
It is these that the keeper despises.
The keeper is obsessed with her little birds.
But this bird is going to fly away.
Just
You
Wait
And
See!
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Woe: A Writer's Friend
Woe: A Writer's Friend
From Poe to Fitzgerald to myself,
we all seem to have one thing in common;
though, unfortunately, 'tis not our success.
No; what we share is far deeper.
The fact of the matter is this:
we share woe.
Woe, how so?
Well, just think:
Poe used his insanity and anguish as a muse,
Fitzgerald used fiction to tell of his life's greatest demise,
and I use woe to string words with emotions.
In a sense, we are all alike as writers:
using life's unfortunate mishaps to better our souls.
From Poe to Fitzgerald to myself,
we all seem to have one thing in common;
though, unfortunately, 'tis not our success.
No; what we share is far deeper.
The fact of the matter is this:
we share woe.
Woe, how so?
Well, just think:
Poe used his insanity and anguish as a muse,
Fitzgerald used fiction to tell of his life's greatest demise,
and I use woe to string words with emotions.
In a sense, we are all alike as writers:
using life's unfortunate mishaps to better our souls.
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The Heartbreak
The Heartbreak
He said we'd be together,
which by the by,
I found skeptical.
However, I trusted him.
When he got distant,
I didn't think much about it.
After all, everyone needs
their space!
Alas, when I check to see if he's well,
I find out he's been unfaithful
with the one he was supposed to forget!
He knew I had found out.
He became a broken record of apologies.
He knew he had broken me.
Though, I wasn't totally broken.
If anything, my heart was ready
for something to go wrong.
Something always seemed to go wrong,
just as everything is going right.
In this case, it was his infidelity,
as well as his lack of love.
Yes, Reader, you've heard it correctly!
He never truly loved me, though,
he did promise a relationship.
He had, and most likely will, always love her.
I am okay with that.
Whatever romantic feelings I had for him,
they've certainly dwindled.
After all, why should I love a man
who practic
He said we'd be together,
which by the by,
I found skeptical.
However, I trusted him.
When he got distant,
I didn't think much about it.
After all, everyone needs
their space!
Alas, when I check to see if he's well,
I find out he's been unfaithful
with the one he was supposed to forget!
He knew I had found out.
He became a broken record of apologies.
He knew he had broken me.
Though, I wasn't totally broken.
If anything, my heart was ready
for something to go wrong.
Something always seemed to go wrong,
just as everything is going right.
In this case, it was his infidelity,
as well as his lack of love.
Yes, Reader, you've heard it correctly!
He never truly loved me, though,
he did promise a relationship.
He had, and most likely will, always love her.
I am okay with that.
Whatever romantic feelings I had for him,
they've certainly dwindled.
After all, why should I love a man
who practic
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The ''Golden'' Girl: A Haiku
The “Golden” Girl: A Haiku
With sparkling eyes
Came dazzling lies, and much more.
Hearts, indeed, they tore.
Deception, indeed;
Though, there’s wasn’t any need to,
For everyone knew.
Indubitably,
Jubilantly, he loved her;
That so much was sure.
Though, within her mind,
Love was a different kind;
‘Twas formed yet deformed.
Made one oh so sick;
Materialistic love
From her perch above.
It was the era,
The days of ephemera:
To tool and to fool.
With sparkling eyes
Came dazzling lies, and much more.
Hearts, indeed, they tore.
Deception, indeed;
Though, there’s wasn’t any need to,
For everyone knew.
Indubitably,
Jubilantly, he loved her;
That so much was sure.
Though, within her mind,
Love was a different kind;
‘Twas formed yet deformed.
Made one oh so sick;
Materialistic love
From her perch above.
It was the era,
The days of ephemera:
To tool and to fool.
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I Miss You
I Miss You
I miss you, you know.
It's been so long, my old friend.
I miss you so much...
Things aren't the same.
I miss your smile, your laugh,
And our friendship.
You're no longer here.
You found an escape from here.
Opportunity.
I really miss you.
I should have been thee for you.
I was not, and now?
You are six feet deep.
I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
I miss you so much...
I miss you, you know.
It's been so long, my old friend.
I miss you so much...
Things aren't the same.
I miss your smile, your laugh,
And our friendship.
You're no longer here.
You found an escape from here.
Opportunity.
I really miss you.
I should have been thee for you.
I was not, and now?
You are six feet deep.
I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
I miss you so much...
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Southern Gentleman
Southern Gentleman
That is what he is: my Southern Gentleman.
I sense it deep within me;
he'll treat me right.
So far, he already has.
When late, he showers me
in plenty of kisses and begs forgiveness.
Well, not beg exactly, but gives a
sincere, heartfelt apology.
He looks out for my needs;
if he has given enough kisses,
or is holding me too tight.
He actually cares for my feelings;
he doesn't mind affection.
Best of all, he gives respect.
He doesn't act like other boys nowadays,
who only want a woman's body.
No, that's not my Southern Gentleman.
I told him that's not what I'm there for,
and he highly respects my wishes.
It's magical, really.
Never would I expect to come across such a man.
But, he is mine, and no one else's.
He is MY Southern Gentleman.
That is what he is: my Southern Gentleman.
I sense it deep within me;
he'll treat me right.
So far, he already has.
When late, he showers me
in plenty of kisses and begs forgiveness.
Well, not beg exactly, but gives a
sincere, heartfelt apology.
He looks out for my needs;
if he has given enough kisses,
or is holding me too tight.
He actually cares for my feelings;
he doesn't mind affection.
Best of all, he gives respect.
He doesn't act like other boys nowadays,
who only want a woman's body.
No, that's not my Southern Gentleman.
I told him that's not what I'm there for,
and he highly respects my wishes.
It's magical, really.
Never would I expect to come across such a man.
But, he is mine, and no one else's.
He is MY Southern Gentleman.
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Again
Again
The feelings have returned,
and,
unlike the ones before,
I do not dread them.
No; this time they're welcomed.
It's been a while since
I accepted these emotions,
these sensations. They're back.
Again.
It tingles and makes my chest swell.
One could say my heart skips a beat,
and I'd simply agree.
These feelings make me giddy;
almost like walking on air.
Am I frightened; do I fear heartbreak?
Honestly, it doesn't cross my mind;
this comes from the girl who's kept
herself protected constantly.
He might be the one...
Again, after so long, I might actually be /swooning/.
To me, myself, and I, this seemed almost impossible;
not after the second one.
Not after being tossed to garbage;
to be considered nothing oh too quickly...
No, I am almost certain, it has happened again.
How do I know for sure?
After months of writer's block,
The feelings have returned,
and,
unlike the ones before,
I do not dread them.
No; this time they're welcomed.
It's been a while since
I accepted these emotions,
these sensations. They're back.
Again.
It tingles and makes my chest swell.
One could say my heart skips a beat,
and I'd simply agree.
These feelings make me giddy;
almost like walking on air.
Am I frightened; do I fear heartbreak?
Honestly, it doesn't cross my mind;
this comes from the girl who's kept
herself protected constantly.
He might be the one...
Again, after so long, I might actually be /swooning/.
To me, myself, and I, this seemed almost impossible;
not after the second one.
Not after being tossed to garbage;
to be considered nothing oh too quickly...
No, I am almost certain, it has happened again.
How do I know for sure?
After months of writer's block,
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Feeling
Feeling
I don't feel right.
I don't really know why,
but something
something deep inside me
just doesn't feel right.
Love? Woe? What is it?
This feeling is utterly aggravating!
GO! AWAY!
I'm sick and tired
of this weird feeling!
Make it go away...
I don't feel right.
I don't really know why,
but something
something deep inside me
just doesn't feel right.
Love? Woe? What is it?
This feeling is utterly aggravating!
GO! AWAY!
I'm sick and tired
of this weird feeling!
Make it go away...
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Mama
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Summer
Summer
As the bell rang, and students cheered,
I just sat at my desk.
Something felt different,
and I didn't know why.
I knew that school was over, but
I didn't really want to leave,
nor did I want to stay.
Imprisoned freedom, most likely so;
it perplexes me.
I felt a relief for freedom,
yet still feel encased.
Why?
More importantly:
why do I have the sense
that I will die?
As the bell rang, and students cheered,
I just sat at my desk.
Something felt different,
and I didn't know why.
I knew that school was over, but
I didn't really want to leave,
nor did I want to stay.
Imprisoned freedom, most likely so;
it perplexes me.
I felt a relief for freedom,
yet still feel encased.
Why?
More importantly:
why do I have the sense
that I will die?
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hiya everybody.
a lot has happened in the past five months. had a job or two, and currently looking for a new one. won't be enrolling into university for another three weeks.
i've developed mild cabin fever.
oh, and i've barely come up with any poetry or writing material. it sucks. i'd like this to not take place??
but anyway. that's basically a summary. have a nice day, man
a lot has happened in the past five months. had a job or two, and currently looking for a new one. won't be enrolling into university for another three weeks.
i've developed mild cabin fever.
oh, and i've barely come up with any poetry or writing material. it sucks. i'd like this to not take place??
but anyway. that's basically a summary. have a nice day, man
Dear Aaron Burr
History’s eyes once saw you in a harsh light.
The nation lashed at you with disparaging remarks.
I imagine their detestment and despicery.
Granted, you killed a Founding Father,
But there are two sides to every story.
With Hamilton having his told,
Subsequently,
Yours was spoken of as well.
We forgive you, Aaron Burr;
Or, at least I do.
You were a man who succumbed to human error.
You were a man who fell to ethical misfortune.
However, let’s remember, Burr: you weren’t the only one.
Hamilton had his flaws.
Your mistake was agreeing to a duel,
Yet envy seems to be the worst of the two.
The devil enjoys toying with the weak of heart.
Jealousy devoured your soul as you witnessed Hamilton reach a social zenith.
That man taunted and enraged you; he behaved like a child.
However, he was a cunning manchild who was as petty as he was intelligent.
He was determined to make the world demonize you, just out of spite.
It is that historical low-blow that makes me give you compassion.
Hamilton stole the light from your vice presidency and made it cast an ominous shadow;
Made sure that you were seen as a villain, despite your honorable role.
Do you think Theodosia would have been proud of your choices?
Do you think she would have supported your greed?
She was ten years your senior but loved you anyway.
Perhaps it was your passion that caused her adoration?
Though, it was this passion that seems to have turned against you.
I don’t think Theodosia would have been proud of the man you became.
You might have been vice president at the turn of the eighteenth century,
But your legacy molded itself around your deploration of Alexander Hamilton.
History’s eyes once saw you in a harsh light.
The nation lashed at you with disparaging remarks.
I imagine their detestment and despicery.
Granted, you killed a Founding Father,
But there are two sides to every story.
With Hamilton having his told,
Subsequently,
Yours was spoken of as well.
We forgive you, Aaron Burr;
Or, at least I do.
You were a man who succumbed to human error.
You were a man who fell to ethical misfortune.
However, let’s remember, Burr: you weren’t the only one.
Hamilton had his flaws.
Your mistake was agreeing to a duel,
Yet envy seems to be the worst of the two.
The devil enjoys toying with the weak of heart.
Jealousy devoured your soul as you witnessed Hamilton reach a social zenith.
That man taunted and enraged you; he behaved like a child.
However, he was a cunning manchild who was as petty as he was intelligent.
He was determined to make the world demonize you, just out of spite.
It is that historical low-blow that makes me give you compassion.
Hamilton stole the light from your vice presidency and made it cast an ominous shadow;
Made sure that you were seen as a villain, despite your honorable role.
Do you think Theodosia would have been proud of your choices?
Do you think she would have supported your greed?
She was ten years your senior but loved you anyway.
Perhaps it was your passion that caused her adoration?
Though, it was this passion that seems to have turned against you.
I don’t think Theodosia would have been proud of the man you became.
You might have been vice president at the turn of the eighteenth century,
But your legacy molded itself around your deploration of Alexander Hamilton.
Dear Eliza Hamilton
Why?
Why would you stay with Alexander?
He was a penniless war veteran; and, although good with a pen,
He brought shame and dishonor to your family!
He was the reason your eldest son died.
Yet…
Yet you stayed by his side.
You were devoted to his cause.
You braced against his wrongdoings!
You forgave him for his greatest sin.
It is that which is most baffling: your forgiveness,
Despite everything he did.
He helped found our great nation,
But that wasn’t what sealed his legacy.
You are what secured his legacy.
Even after everything, you chose to mold it.
Without you, no one would know his story.
The two of you will be motivation for generations.
Why?
Why would you stay with Alexander?
He was a penniless war veteran; and, although good with a pen,
He brought shame and dishonor to your family!
He was the reason your eldest son died.
Yet…
Yet you stayed by his side.
You were devoted to his cause.
You braced against his wrongdoings!
You forgave him for his greatest sin.
It is that which is most baffling: your forgiveness,
Despite everything he did.
He helped found our great nation,
But that wasn’t what sealed his legacy.
You are what secured his legacy.
Even after everything, you chose to mold it.
Without you, no one would know his story.
The two of you will be motivation for generations.
Dear Eliza Hamilton
This was something I wrote for Art and Writing Scholastic Contest. Alas, it was short two lines, and I didn't have the heart to add to it. So it was sitting in my .docs and I decided to upload it as my first work for the year.
Hope you Hamilton fans enjoy!
Hope you Hamilton fans enjoy!
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hiya everybody.
a lot has happened in the past five months. had a job or two, and currently looking for a new one. won't be enrolling into university for another three weeks.
i've developed mild cabin fever.
oh, and i've barely come up with any poetry or writing material. it sucks. i'd like this to not take place??
but anyway. that's basically a summary. have a nice day, man
a lot has happened in the past five months. had a job or two, and currently looking for a new one. won't be enrolling into university for another three weeks.
i've developed mild cabin fever.
oh, and i've barely come up with any poetry or writing material. it sucks. i'd like this to not take place??
but anyway. that's basically a summary. have a nice day, man
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