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Poetry By Cheyenne
There's a lot of poetry on here. Happy, sad, funny, horrible, and terrifying.
But it's all poetry, and it's all mine
And I'd love to share it with you
So give it a read!

“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.”
― E.L. Doctorow

Away

11/29/2017

1 Comment

 
I feel screaming all around me.
Flashing, blinding, bawling, cackling!
Neons crowding your eyes, no more peripheral-
Constant Entertainment!
New shows calling for your attention!
Pics and gifs- Cute Baby Animals!

Animated colors, no plot, just the beat:
Bum Bum Bum, Bam! Bum Bum Bum, Bam!
    And REPEAT!

No space for a quiet room,

Exploding colors on your screens now,
Bare skin now,
Stories with the same characters,
Same plots, same settings now.
Exercise? Bah-
That scene already has my heart racing now.
And look! A new diet,
Old one wasn’t working, so I’ll try this one now!

Screens for every room, every house,
Surround sound, too!
Drown out thoughts of an ‘outside’,
    you’ll get sunburnt, and cancer.
See the has-to-be-good-food and always be hungry,
    pizza has vegetables right? That counts!
Everything you need can be delivered these days,
    it’ll save you a few trips, then you’ll have more time to watch your shows!

Everyday, waves of interference drowns me.
I don’t realize it until I shut off my music, my screens, and sit in a silent room.
At first, culture shock!
My thoughts seem so loud that they’re shrieking inside my skull,
Like they haven’t realized I’ve quieted my world down for a moment.
But then, they subside, realizing that I can finally hear them.
They speak softly,
Reminding me of what their voices sound like,
The way they feel as they tiptoe through my hollowness,
Echoing in places I haven’t explored in weeks or years,
But reminding me of the comfort of all my nooks and crannies,
The hidey-holes where I’ve tucked away my favorite puns,
Childhood memories of wooden swords and magic wands,
Stories of my own creation.
Places where,
No matter how loud my neighbors crank up their speakers,
I can enjoy peace and silence.
And there are no commercials to skip or wait out.
1 Comment
Gina
11/29/2017 07:21:49 pm

Absolutely Love this. What an amazing talent you are. I look forward to reading more of your work !! Keep them coming !!

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    Cheyenne Bramwell

    I love to write, and poetry is one of my favorite ways to figure out what my brain is doing.

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