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SaoirseRuby
A Transgender, a writer, a scientist and the socially awkward caring person.
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SaoirseRuby

Saoirse (sear + sha)

Sometimes I feel alone,

knowing that I am here can make a difference.

but still...

Alone. Who am I own my own.

an empty shell of a person, a purposeless body?

like the....

Ocean. What is the ocean by itself?

a body of chemicals, a life support for many.

well am...

I like the ocean?

made of chemicals, should I support?

is it...

Right, is it okay?

for me to support others, be a medium?

my job...

Soothe, to soothe, and to heal.

to make others feel better, to make a difference.

for the...

Entire world,

be a friend to those who have none.

this is...

Saoirse

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SaoirseRuby

Cloudy Evening. Part I

Sabrina looked anxious as she paced back and forth in her bedroom. She could hear the shouting in the kitchen downstairs in the house, her parents were fighting after just receiving the news. She flopped on her bed, then instantly turns over after receiving a shock on pain from her chest “I keep forgetting that they keep growing.” she said to herself. some tears dripped down her face, as quietly lay on the bed. The argument downstairs was getting louder, and Sabrina could hear the exchange between her two parents. Her father’s voice began to calm down a bit.

“We have to support her in this time, she needs a family right now. We can’t give up on her.”

“But he has been lying to us for seven months now, I still won’t let my son go.” said Sabrina’s mother though her distraught emotion. “If we have to get him to stop, does he even know what he is doing?”

“Of course she does.” Her father said, much calmer now. “She just wants our support through this transition.”

“Fuck this!” Her mother said in an angry tone. “I’m going out for a smoke,”

Sabrina heard the front door slam.

“Honey wait.” Sabrina’s father said as he went out the door.

From her open window she could hear the car engine turn on, her mother’s horn blared, and her father yelled after her. She heard the other car start, and both car sounds faded away into the distance. Everything was quiet now.

Sabrina got up from her bed, the lights were off in the room and there was a lack of shadows anywhere. It smelled like it was going to rain soon. She threw on her new teal hoodie and walked down the stairs of her house into the entryway. She glanced back at the kitchen, and saw the bowl where her mother’s dog muffin use to eat out of. She put on her converse and, took the suitcase which was still at the entry way from when she got back to the house earlier that evening. Walking quietly towards the door, she put her hand on the brass knob she would touch so many times before. Images of her happily leaving and coming home to a happy family, a family who loved her. She looked up at the ivy trimmed mirror that hung on the side wall of the entryway, her eyes met her reflection and it captivated her for a moment.

“Look how much you have changed.” She said to herself, the tears stopping for a moment. Her hair had some lingering purple from the last time she dyed it but the pinkish blonde was returning to brown near the roots of her hair. Her face was much more feminine than it was a few months ago, a softer expression of brown eyes stared back at her, with red cheeks still streaming with tears. She licked her finger and quickly rubbed off some eyeliner that was starting to run from the tears. With a half smile she opened the door and took a step into the cool autumn air, she inhaled and picked up her suitcase to descend the two cobblestone steps, placing the suitcase wheels on the black pavement. Sabrina closed the door and made sure it was locked, then grabbed the handle of her suitcase and starting walking. The suitcase leaned and the extending handle clicked into place as she made her way down the driveway. As she approached the end of her driveway she turned left to walk the sidewalk to the end of the cul-de-sac on her street.

She passed the blue house next door which was recently sold, then the pink house which was home to a childhood friend who moved away while she was at college. She paused at the third house peering through the window. An illuminated dinner table, with a family of four, their faces were bright, laughing and enjoying each-other’s company. Sabrina turned as some salty droplets fell on the sidewalk, dampening the area in front of her, she continued. A strong wind blew her hair back and it smelled of dampness as the leaves showed their lighter underside. The wind cooled her face and it made her eyes dry and water a little bit more. She continued walking until her house was out of sight. Sabrina felt a weight on her shoulder and collapsed on the cement sidewalk crying. Her phone started to vibrate but through her sorrow should could not hear it. More drops began to fall, this time though from the sky.

Challenge
Create a metered poem having to do with life and death. Use #Lopmeter
The poem should be metered by syllables, starting with a 10 syllable line then 9 syllables on the next line, and so on down to 1 syllable. The 2nd verse should start with a 9 syllable line and decrease the number of syllables per line by one.* Continue doing this until you have written 10 verses. The last two verses should look like this example. "Endless/Life , Death" The word at the end of every odd verse should be Death, and the word at the end of every even verse should be Life. *Format as follows (Syllable Count) 10/9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/Life, 9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/Death, 8/7/6... ... 2/Life, Death.
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SaoirseRuby in Poetry & Free Verse

Example

This is simply an example for you,

So therefore you may compose your words.

These verses can be sort of long,

But they quickly shorten too.

Syllables are what count,

Your fingers you use.

Slowly writing,

Enjoyment,

All your

Life.

Now you understand what I require.

These shortening verses go fast,

The first few lines may be hard,

But not as difficult,

As the end of it.

Those these lines pass,

And decay,

Empty

Death.

I now realize I must finish,

This lop-metered poetry.

for your pleasure, I will

Now and forever,

Write and write till

my last breath.

As is

Life.

I moderately wish that,

I knew how to format,

on this prose website.

Center fitting

I prefer.

Alas

Death

Rhyming is not needed,

I am conceded

This is easy,

Quite breezy.

Such strife,

Life

Five more verses now,

Time must allow

Me to say,

Go for

Death.

Freedom is nice

in this form,

Learn it

Life.

End is near

Somewhat

Death.

Make sense?

Life.

Death.

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SaoirseRuby

The Eather

Heather, what a wonderful person.

Smart, kind, and mostly shrewd.

You, are great!

I hope, with me, you shan't worsen.

Though, I am viewed...

Innate.

In star-eyed love, coerced in,

A beautiful mood,

Fate.