Lauren Ruark
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A pathetic statement reaches my lips,
I swallow it down, bit by bit.
I bite my tongue so they won't know,
The stories I have left untold.
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Was I just your surrogate?
Was I just your revenge?
was I just your surrogate
was I just one more regret
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'For the love of my life. Desi. I am always here for you no matter what. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH'
Maybe if I slit my throat
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I sit in the floor.
My fingers rub across cold metal.
Thoughts are running through my head.
Memories, memories I don’t want to remember any more.
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and i was like 13
and it was a Sunday morning i think
and
i think both my parents were still asleep
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As tears run down her face,
she realized she's made a mistake.
An utter suffocation,
she's trying to hold on.
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I have a thousand scars on my body.
You ask what’s wrong.
My body cringes at the sweetness of your tone.
Is this really happening?
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Orange is the color
of my blood which runs through
onto my skin.
I lay on what use to be a tree.
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'My best friend died in a car accident in June of 2009. This is a poem I wrote for her for all of us to remember the wounderful things she has done for all of us. We miss you Shauna Rose Kaufman' L.R
Thief of poets.
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The blood is gushing out
I don't know what I have done
you say it isn't right
but I wish it wasn't wrong
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Lauren Ruark Biography
I am 18, I started writing poems in the 10th grade. I use poetry to express emotions and feelings that I can't express through 'normal life'. I started cutting in the 7th grade, so most of my poems are about my personal life not just something I dreamt up or create out of no where. Each poem tells a different story about different times of my life.)
The Best Poem Of Lauren Ruark
Suicide Trees
I spent my
whole life
In love with despair
Kept my lungs full
With the breath of thier
Mute atmosphere
I became
What I hate
And thus
Shall I remain
To give birth to a
Mighty assasin
Armed with a weapon of words
To defy the lies
To never compromise
No
Today
My name
Is pain
I stood
Beyond the world
Whispering secret syllables in the
Eyeless dark
Dancing wildly
Round and round on the rotting ground
Surrounded by the dead dusts of hell
This is how I delet myself
And this is how I corrupt
Everyone else
Obey
Betray
You are not unique
You do not need to think
Take it
I will
You succumb
So nicely
Like an insect staring back
Like a dying dove
My love
So here we are again
The sheets are staind and bloodied
The animals scratch at my skin
Here we are again
My face is scraped and bloodied
I've nothing left to give
I wasn't there
I'm not involved
I'm innocent
It's not my fault
I wasn't there, I'm not involved, I'm innocent, It's not my fault
Here in the suicide trees
No, bloody, bloody, bloody
Murder
Among the exciment of my sins
It's not happening
So here we are again
In secret ceremonies
Changing shape, amen
Here we are again
Pretending not to notice
The illness sneaking in
I wasn't there
I'm not involved
I'm innocent
It's not my fault
I wasn't there, I'm not involved, I'm innocent, It's not my fault
Here in the suicide trees
Toil and labor, hate your neighbor, faith in favor, obey
Obey
Here I do as I please, obey, here in the suicide trees, obey
Hate your neighbor
Scratch at my skin
It's not happening until fade out
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4/26/2024 7:24:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I really liked this piece - it really evokes a lot of emotion - many girls with issues such as yours write poetry and it is very cathartic - I might have split up the first stanza into 2 - to make it a bit easier to digest, but that is only minimal - also - in the first stanza you had a typo misspelling their. But other than that- this was a great piece.