From Jason Cushman
from surviving the specter
from The Writer’s Playground
(Note: I wrote this many years ago for the now closed website Gather.com. This is true. It was my life.)
One child hid inside the darkness
One child never said a thing
One child closed his eyes and disappeared
But at night I still can hear him whispering, whispering, whisper…
~Dream Theater, Dead Winter Dead~
Part 1: Mr. Bear and ABBA
Tick tock, tick tock, the long arm of the clock dragged from one number to the next. How I needed the day to end, to escape the classroom, the snickers, and the laughter. Please let that bell ring soon. She was talking to the entire classroom, our 3rd-grade teacher, Mrs. Olgren. The echoing click from the wall drowned out her voice as I counted down the minutes before I could get home.
“Melanie, would you please sit still for a few more minutes?” Mrs. Olgren sighed in my…
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WARNING: This poetry can be very depressing and cause anxiety in some. Please read or listen to with caution for your own emotional state. Jesse is also a genius in his expressions and descriptive poetry.
Mr. Bernstein was an amazing “Spoken Word” poet that went through way too much. His birthday was on December 4th. Rather then tribute his suicide (A loss for all), I prefer to celebrate his birthday. I thought I would introduce some of you to his poetry. Remember it can get rough.
I hope to publish some spoken word poems of my work on here someday.
I hope you find a new poet you love listening to him…
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