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I remember that there was water all around me and a blown up fire hydrant next to me when I got into my car accident. I remember yelling out for my friend but he didn't answer. I remember how nervous I was that he was hurt and I started screaming. I remember the police officer having to look away when he helped me stand. I remember seeing the cars meshed together and my friend in the car and the windshield half torn apart. I remember the paramedics.
I remember one hundred and fifteen stitches in my throat, twelve on my cheek. A broken nose, colarbone, and major bruising on my ribs. I remember crying from the pain I was in and not hearing my tears. I could hear...a monster, croaking as he sang, gurgling as he spoke, shaking as he stood. I remember every mother that told their child not to stare or every door that was held open for me. I remember my voice. I remember not being able to call for help when I needed it, or being able to tell my sister that I love her, or letting my friends know how my day was, I remember every piece of suffering that my God forsaken injury has caused me! I remember everything...
I remembered that I had a voice. I had a song that reached the mountains. I remember taking up my pen and writing three words. Three words which I have framed in my room. "I am human". I remember every poem that I write and how it affected those around me. My tales of lineage and love, of friendships and faults. I have no voice to answer the phone with, or a laugh to enjoy myself with. However, my song lives on. I am a human. I am The Silent Artisan.
I remember that there was water all around me and a blown up fire hydrant next to me when I got into my car accident. I remember yelling out for my friend but he didn't answer. I remember how nervous I was that he was hurt and I started screaming. I remember the police officer having to look away when he helped me stand. I remember seeing the cars meshed together and my friend in the car and the windshield half torn apart. I remember the paramedics.
I remember one hundred and fifteen stitches in my throat, twelve on my cheek. A broken nose, colarbone, and major bruising on my ribs. I remember crying from the pain I was in and not hearing my tears. I could hear...a monster, croaking as he sang, gurgling as he spoke, shaking as he stood. I remember every mother that told their child not to stare or every door that was held open for me. I remember my voice. I remember not being able to call for help when I needed it, or being able to tell my sister that I love her, or letting my friends know how my day was, I remember every piece of suffering that my God forsaken injury has caused me! I remember everything...
I remembered that I had a voice. I had a song that reached the mountains. I remember taking up my pen and writing three words. Three words which I have framed in my room. "I am human". I remember every poem that I write and how it affected those around me. My tales of lineage and love, of friendships and faults. I have no voice to answer the phone with, or a laugh to enjoy myself with. However, my song lives on. I am a human. I am The Silent Artisan.
- Last seen 11 hours ago. Member since May 31, 2008.
- I'm a diamond love poet for 192 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "The unspoken word, What a tragic memory.".
- I am a 19 year old man from New Jersey (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a manager.
- I have 192 comments, 4 contests, 41 poems, 6 journals
Active Contests
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i want the best you have to offer me. i want the deepest parts of your soul.1725 points, ends December 1, 33 entries In Big points
My Poetry
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The gentle brushing of my quill's feathers...
Hear the beating of my racing heart.41 lines, 5 comments, October 16 -
"Please sir, I beg you to scribble what I say..."
Such were the words of the hag whom approached me that night.29 lines, 1 comment, October 10 -
Rise up your feathered blade,
My subject of silence hear my sweet voice.52 lines, 3 comments, September 15
My journal entries
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No ghost today, thats upsetting. 1 So, I had a conversation with my father today that made him see me more as a man. My relationship with my father is a little odd. When I was younger he was abusive to me and I made sure that it was only to me. He would raise his hand to hit my brother and I would curse at him sAugust 9, 200 words. → Make first comment?
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First of all I would like to apologize to everyone who bothers to read these for not posting anything last night. My close friend Jay came back from his vacation last night and we were up until the wee hours of the morning watching Advent Children: Complete. Which, for you FF fans, is much better. Anyway, other thenAugust 9, 400 words. → Make first comment?
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Calling it an early night for me, so this one may be brief. 1 So, I was told something today, of absolute vital importance and at the same time, I didn't really know what to do about it. Anyway, it's stupid. I'm stupid. Also, I was told that there are people sitting on this site waiting for me to post new poetryAugust 6, 200 words. → Make first comment?
Guest Book
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StarlightCerulean on November 16no comment darling.
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Rose Angel : Dropping In And Saying Hello on November 13All the best in your contest...I may try and come up with something deeply worthwhile...God bless you...
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Gypsy Via Orleans on July 18Hello and thank you for reading. Your bio had me spellbound. I can't wait to get into your poetry. Whoever the friend is that you mentioned in your message tell them to please feel free to give me a shout anytime. I love meeting new people.
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StarlightCerulean on July 14Sorry, that was rude. But I have no need to bite my tounge anymore. Your poetry screams your feelings, comments by you scream your devilish personality, and your "bio" screams...sadness and talent and all that jazz....dammit, did it again.
