untitledA Poem by Ayla Automaticwritten november 9, 2008. two days after my birthday.I have these amazing thoughts but I never get to a pen and paper fast enough to transfer them. Waiting for the sun to come on an empty dirty street I haven't slept in days They say that change is on its way But he grew cold and turned away And here I am alone again. I can see my breath in this morning dusk no heat or jackets can wash this freeze out I am a Joan of Arc in my own mind given to the kneeling servitude of mankind torn and confused so many people pick apart all the negatives and imbalances of this lonely little life But I don't believe in that. I believe there is still hope. A naiive burst of light bouncing around to the unhappy the depressed, those who look in a public mirror and see worthless, the lost, the lonely, and the unfavored. Whether or not they think me crazy or otherwise, I don't care. I am one of the innocent, a bright spark in passing. What am I worth? And should I even be asking? I have seen a million faces and none have ever lasted I have been a million places and nothing's been fantastic.
© 2009 Ayla AutomaticAuthor's Note
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Added on February 4, 2009 AuthorAyla AutomaticWishes she doesn't reside in, GAAboutI'm an Ayla, and that's all that truly need be said. more..Writing
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