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Original Poems By Me

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The black of night encircled me
As I waited,
In vain
For him.
Fear caused me to cry out
Even though no one was near.
I sat,
Motionless
As the fog rolled in.
Shivering now,
I wrap my jacket tighter around myself.
Noises surround me,
but I see nothing.
Dejected,
I see the moon - finally
And he is fast approaching.
Arms open,
He pulls me close
And once again I feel safe.

You look right through me, as though I’m not really there. If you pelt me with stones, will I not shatter? I am far more fragile than you think. Much like yourself, I too can be broken, shattered to a million pieces and left to my lonesome. With no one to look at the world with me, I keep my secrets well hidden, in vaults only I can open. Contemplating my fate, I writhe with pain as someone lifts me toward the sunlight, ready to repair the damage you’ve left behind. They revive me, make me whole again, when you left me to fend for myself. Courage led this creature to love me, as you could not. Angered by your lack of compassion, I remain closed to you forever. For you could never love me as this beautiful creature does, it’s not your nature.

I open myself up to this creature, sharing things I never thought possible. I am never left wondering, as I was with you. Together, we look at the world through similar eyes. Eyes that don’t scorn and appear cold, but tender, loving eyes, that never tear other people down. We don’t put each other on pedestals, for it hurts too much if we fall, as I did, over you. Nor do we trip each other up, bleeding, for these wounds take time to heal. Time that we don’t have to spare. Thoughts of you are fewer and I am relieved that you have yet to return, to weaken my fractured soul. I decree, never to let myself be as fragile as I once was, I pray not to fall into the same trap again. For one can, and often will, make the same mistake twice. I just hope I do not crack, as I have in the past.

Tossed Aside


Finished; eaten
Left to rot.
Unable to vociferate my sadness,
Since I can’t talk.
I remain silent as people kick me around,
I slowly turn an ugly shade of brown.
My coat is either red or green,
Though sometimes it can be yellow too.
Nobody notices me until its too late
I am the apple that you just ate.

This poem was picked for this months semifinals on poetry.com.

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I stare out at the clouds,
Brows furrowed,
Unable to concentrate a minute longer.
Nothing lessens the dull ache in my shoulders,
The throbbing in my head,
Or the sweat dripping down my back.
The inevitable may occur –
When my mind loses all capability to function.
Due to lack of sleep or other such calamities.

No matter how I view the situation,
It seems nothing can aid me in my struggle.
My sanity slowly reaches the breaking point.
I look to you for help and guidance.
Hoping against hope that you are my savior.
The one who will lead me back into the light,
Leaving the darkness behind forever.