Sierra Staten

Sierra Staten Poems

I can look into your eyes and try to find honesty
But honesty is something I'm not sure I can define.
Honesty is the truth.
We hide so many things from one another
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I'm apologizing early,
Because I already know
I will be forever missed
But it's my time to go
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Born into a world of hate,
Love forbidden, hidden fate.
Born into a world so cold,
Tattered, torn-
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Today my world forgot its depressing fog.
Today I was allowed to see the sun, the sun I've missed for so long.
Not the same sun, a new one.
A sun that's shines brighter.
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My house is rotten at the foundation.
At any time it can fall, and soon, it will fall.
Many braces have been put up, and many people have been evicted from my house.
I have become a pariah in this house of mine, the house that was once filled with many loving people;
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I see it now,
The difference between her and I.
She is the kind one.
The one who Is socially acceptable.
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Some believe me to be shy, however I am not.
I am private.
I enjoy my privacy and if you invade it
there will be punishment.
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I look forward to death -It's the only thing that keeps me alive.
It's the only thing that keeps me sane in a world filled with insanity.
Knowing that someday these voices of terror will not fill my mind any longer.
Knowing that someday I will be in a place that nobody can disturb me,
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Even when you try to talk about yourself,
There's certain bits and pieces kept hidden for all eternity.
You know that if you release the information it will allow you to become sane again, yet, you hold it inside.
You're screaming on the inside, mentally pleading for somebody to listen,
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Love is a blessing and a curse.
It can heal the wounds but it also creates them.
Love tears you apart but sometimes its what you need to stay together
I think I want to give up love but you show me another reason why I shouldn't
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11.

I know it's wrong;
It's shameful for me to do -
But I cut.
When I'm sad,
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Listen, children, and listen close
This story has much to say.
It will only take a minute at most,
So listen dear children, Please stay.
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The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time.
More than half the time we will be stressed.
Sad.
Angry.
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Strangely sitting,
With an awkward smile..
Confused beyond belief
Yet I'd walk a mile,
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Words certainly do not justify the emotions inside me.
Though I'll try and try again To explain
To show you how badly I hurt
It's not possible to do so.
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Rain is a condition you come to love or hate.
Sometimes a sprinkle, sometimes more,
but never failing to remind you of a more powerful force.
It continues to gather until it is so powerful that it must fall.
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The sun illuminates the world,
Not because I say so, but because
The sun is the sun,
And that is what the sun does.
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The ink inside this pen can hold so many words, it's strange,
I describe so many things, or can sadly rearrange,
And love or tears of sorrow, which will leave this paper stained,
But in the end if no one reads, is love what I have gained?
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It is evil to wish upon somebody hurt in order to make yourself happier;
And yet I do it nonetheless.
I watch you love her from the distance,
And my jealousy rises so high I must leave,
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I spent so long in the dark,
Both voluntary and not,
I became accustomed to it.
The dark was what I saw and sought-
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Sierra Staten Biography

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The Best Poem Of Sierra Staten

Honesty

I can look into your eyes and try to find honesty
But honesty is something I'm not sure I can define.
Honesty is the truth.
We hide so many things from one another
In hopes to make ourselves a more likeable being
But in doing that we are creating lies.
Walking lies, that's what we are.
Honesty means nothing anymore,
Those considered the most honest of people hide things unimagined
And create a realm where there is no such thing as honesty
all in an attempt to maintain the title of 'honest'
Nobody is the person they say they are.
Granted some are more honest than others,
but pure honesty has died long ago.

Sierra Staten Comments

Salvatore Fittipaldi 22 September 2013

Rilke in ELEGIES, endeavored this terminology the infinitely dead: ambiguous term, but it can be said that men are infinitely mortals, a little more than mortal!

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Daniel Warner 08 March 2012

Very deep/dark poetry written.Fantastic word selection. You are a very thorough poet in the sense of determination to find out who you really are.

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