Poetic License: September 2001 Online Poetry Journal

Untitled
by Taneka Stotts

cotton candy machine
by zekeil

Two
by Daniel Sanders

The other side of tragedy
by Cohen Morosoff

On the Way to the Library
I See the Reverend
by Micah McKee

Lining in the clouds
by Jose Vadi

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The other side of tragedy
by Cohen Morosoff

The streets that I walk through
And the people that I talk to
Cannot see the frustration that breeds
Inside of me
Its clear and unclear to me
That the ones I interact with and plead, sanity,
Among my pears
And its obvious to me that this unholy sanctity has illiterated
All of humanity and inbred all of its fears inside of me
So I'm showing the world to see my unfortunate "holy matrimony"
With society...and everyone strung in it
And everyone should hear it, cause the words I "seam" to say
Have turned in most from black and white, to gray
While everything around me starts to fade into a light of depression
My eyes have shot but blood
And the bottle I rock with has hit the floor once or twice before
I'v fallen asleep and felt the affects of the green leaf hidden somewhere
inside of me on numerous occasions
And I'm sure that this leaf has left many abrasions--
In the way that I speak and in the world that I peak in
But that's not for you to see...
Its not for you to weep over...
Its not a tragedy, or a waste of time, even though it takes up most of my
time, its my time
and mine alone...
And my ears have heard but made the choice to sit in shame
While everyone around me dwells and claims "they know me"
But little do they know they don't, and most of them wont
And to assume you do is simply rude since I'm not the one you thought of in
the back of your mind last night
And I'm not the one you'd stand up and fight for
I'm not the kind to make enemies and
start wars, I'm simply, yes simply, me
And without me, this world could never see
The other side of tragedy

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