GREENLY TAINTED SLEEVES
By
Liyah-B.
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PUBLISHED BY:
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Greenly Tainted Sleeves
Copyright © 2010 by Liyah-B.
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Author’s Note: The first segment of the poem is a prelude before going into the life of Greenly Tainted Sleeves. It introduces the tone and language of the piece you will read and prepares a foreshadow that you should be able to find along in the poem. Thank you and enjoy. Liyah-B.
GREENLY TAINTED SLEEVES
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Yesterday was not another day//
It seems to be just the same as today//
Learning and piling up judgments along the way//
Because by the time tomorrow comes, today is yesterday//
Confusion being lumped and clumped like handfuls of clay//
The smell of a perfume, so sour the burn, deep it lays//
Frost outside of the window is beginning to melt//
Now that the sun rises earlier each day//
Heat drags in frustration, none to a summer’s in//
Night falls like heavy drapery over thick glass//
It blocks until the night should come to pass//
Sounds of reform is not, so hollow like instruments of brass//
Collectively bargaining a dawn that won’t last//
Soon shattered like the outside the eye of the storm with a blast//
Airplanes over head thick and metal in contrast//
To the beings being below, we are so fleshly and never vast//
Enough//
Like we don’t matter no amount the tough//
It’s the nuisance that shines like a diamond in the rough//
Hidden and never uncovered from the thick brush//
Until moonlight advances and the world begins to hush//
When the bellies of the pest ad beasts everywhere become mush//
Then when the smooth shadows, once harsh, are now plush//
Make lemonheads all places light bright and blush//
This place is ever complex//
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He holds the sides of his head when no one is looking//
Fine and at life is no rookie//
Smiles, dimples show, but inside darkness is lingers//
Like the mock hole of dainty lip singers//
Rubs his leg, and lays his head down//
Not realizing that someone sees the true him now//
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She cracks a grin and it is cracked indeed//
She frowns when she’s positive eyes aren’t lurking//
She tilts her head and balls her fists//
Maddened that they fall wherever they may, the chips//
She didn’t notice how much she wasn’t alone//
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He bares a tight smile//
Means it nothing like so//
Suggest the best, however, means the worst though//
Cheshire cat grin with tricks up his sleeve//
Wily and sly, but who’s watching? He’d never believe//
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She feels sick to her stomach witnessing all of these things//
Knowing that it is nearly impossible to intervene//
Because of the standards of “popular” she isn’t apart of that scene//
They’ll deny all things, yet clam that they go through//
Hardships and trials that no one’s could compare to//
She sees it and knows it: what she watches is with truth//
That times won’t change if she does or doesn’t want it to//
Which irks her supremely and deeply//
As the academic year comes to an end//
The reassurance that life will continue going//
It sends shivers vibrantly down her spine//
Those people will continue down that same shadowed line//
She shakes her head in disappointment, it is time//
Against it and how it always goes and goes//
While, ready or not, one will or will not grow//
Nothing’s willing to wait for that development//
And therefore lacks the world’s biggest sentiment//
Incontrovertibly, this place is harsh//
It won’t complain because it doesn’t have it the worst//
Until one’s head slams against iron pillows and bursts//
Swallowing enough cordial candy to never thirst//
In something else beside’s its true box//
“That’s life”//
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And that’s the reason why yesterday was not another day//
Crooked flaps of crooked wings carry those burned birds away//
Out of all the things that could be, this is what be//
Out of all of the apples of the world’s tree, this has no seeds//
A bad compartment’s deadly deed//
This is exactly what the people receive//
Greenly tainted sleeves//
Still, we better not complain, never should we complain//
Because tomorrow will merely become today’s yesterday//
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