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The Truth : I Never Told
Author:
kimberly sponseller
Published:
Pages:
72
Keywords:
Family,Poetry,Relationship,Romance
Audience Level:
Teen
Genres:
Fiction / Romance / GeneralFamily & Relationships / GeneralPoetry / General
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The Truth I Never Told is based on my life between the ages of 16 and 24. As you read through these poems you will be able to easily identify which ones are from my younger years. It is a combination of age and experience that have brought me to this place in my writing.
Each experience in my life has been a stepping stone. Had it not been for each "stone" I would not be the person I am today.
Some people can not bring themselves to understand the reasoning behind pain and suffering. The optimism in this world is coming to a halt and I wish to turn that around.
It is because of these experiences, the love and love lost, that I am able to write the poems that I do.
I see my writing as most artists see their paintings.
"The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life."
-William Faulkner
I would like to arrest "emotion" and hold it fixed so in a hundred years from now, when a stranger looks at my work, they will relate to it.
This book captures my essence. Once you've read it you will have a better understanding of who I was and what I went through to become the person I am today.
This book holds the truth... MY truth. No one can take that away from me. |
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She was born in RIverside, California to strict parents. She moved 6 times before she reached Jr. High. She has a younger brother and sister. When she turned 18 she discovered she had a brother that was 2 years older than her. (She has not met him to this day.) Her parents struggled to support the family her entire life. She learned to play the piano at the age of 5 and continued to take lessons off and on through High School. (Mostly classical music.) She enjoyed being a part of the choir and year book staff at her school. Kimberly loves children and got a job at a school working with special ed. students. She is very patient but has O.C.D. This doesn't affect her social life, but on the home front it seems to be rather challenging. Being O.C.D. can branch out into many things, but Kimberly only has 2 minor set backs. She has to decorate her room symmetrically and everything has its spot. (Each trinket has a specific angle she likes it set at. If someone comes by and picks up a picture frame, then proceeds to set it down, this may become a problem. They may set it down in the same spot, but if it's not at the same angle it will bother her so much that she will walk over and reposition it with in minutes.) The other set back is the way in which she organizes her closet. Her clothes are arranged by color of the rainbow, and then set by length of sleeve. This may seem strange to the average person, but it works for her and she freely admits to it. Often, her friends invite her over to assist them the organization of their apartments. What would take the normal person a few days to organize would only take Kimberly a few hours. Her brain just works in that way. |
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"....Away- I hide in adversity... it's you- the one- who haunts violently.Pressed against time - translucent therapy. There you go-- it's done... you're away from me. I pray... this is it.... that I'll be happy."
"So what am I to do? (With all these thoughts of you?) Should I wallow- in unrequited guilt? Should I see the light? Let's stay out all night--- it's a dream... one I've cleverly built..... "
"Inching closer to the dawn, I can't believe you're really gone. Is it true?? Have I wasted all my love on you? Holding me inside- telling me I can confide- you made it seem like everything was all right. Now you've washed your hands of me, as if it comes so easily.... "
"I'm singing softly, then I whisper- Of the harmful words and danger. Warning echoes over my lips. You're smiling eyes move through my fingertips. Gone into this darkened playground- Now everyone can see what I've found..."
"...My heart is aching all at once; we’ve been so close for all these months. Yet, here we are, confused at this. Could this be our final kiss? I can not find a reason why, you and I should intertwine. Though, lost it seems, with in your eyes… I can not make you realize...."
"...Floating, here, weightless- engulfed by your presence- I want to know more of you. Dancing in my mind- afraid of what I'll find, you’ve captured me in your hue...."
"I see you're drifting away... to a beautiful place. One where I'm not a part. You look my way, I see your eyes- they're sad ... they're breaking my heart...."
Ignorance is Bliss
How does one realize- the truth behind the disguise? Hidden neatly away, so the face won’t portray. Sinking deeper we halt- placing blame by default. Laugh endless-then cry, see through illusion and lie. Ideas do abound, all the lies go around. Now we sift through the dust, breath in mold and the musk. Break away from the mold, the truth has been told. Took a while to believe- for my mind to conceive. For the actions to fly- For me to realize. For my mind to let go- for the anger to show. Faltering through this- your ignorance is bliss. Cherish it while you can, before it slips through your hand. It took one rainy day- for you to go away. Took a life time to see, what you did to me.
Something more
How much is real? Why do I question- all the memories I hold so close, with every interaction? Can you feel? How can you see what's going on- when all your lies become your truth? (What a revelation!) So much to see, you won’t allow it. Walk blindly in this darkened world- enjoy what you inherit. Peace of mind? That's what you hoped for. Did you find it on your own out there? Or could it be that you're still searching for something more?
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