Poetry






There's no place like home.

Sweet Tomorrow
The diffident secrets
Of my heart and soul
Will be bought and sold
To you


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I fear you don’t see me
For who I really am
Rather, who you want me to be
Who you’re not afraid to believe.


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A mirror image
Except for the smile on her face
And the frown on yours


"Without You"

Without you I thought that the world would end
I thought the sky would lose its grip on the heavens
And fall crushing me and my broken heart forever
But you have gone
And here I am
Still standing on my own two feet
Breathing in fact
And looking up I can see that the sky
is still intact
And the world is turning
That life is going on, and your not here
I must be stronger than i first predicted
I can live without you
Without my pain screaming your name
You have not broken me
Theres no need for the pieces of my heart and soul
to be put back together
I can go on alone
Without you


"Done"


“I’m so sorry,” she said as she slipped out the window.
“I cant take this anymore. I’m afraid I will break. So I am on my way.”
She now felt free. Preventing pain with distance.
Remembering nights awake in fright.
Trying to block out the sounds that were poisoning her mind.
Lying in bed. Pillow over head. “Don’t cry, do not cry,” whispered to tears shed.
Why don’t they stop? Cant they see what this is doing to me? If they really loved me they would not fight
Trying to rationalize it was no use.
It was there.
It was not going away.
She did not want to stay.
Her friends could not know. She couldn’t let it show. Not condoned.
All alone.
And then she would go home. “I can get through this. I can survive. Don’t let it get to you”
But it did.
Sitting in her room. Trying desperatly to concentrate on the algebra sitting on her lap.
Tear after tear. Falling onto the open pages. Waiting for him to come home.
And then it would start. And she would cringe. The tension in the house was thicker than butter. Was thicker than the snow that fell that year.
Was thicker than the bonds made in times long ago right in that very same place.
The yelling. The accusations. The pain. The tears.
It was too much to handle.
“I need to get away”
So that night she crept. “I’m saying goodbye to all this mess”
Packed up her stuff and kissed her moms sleeping cheek.
Started the car. Not making a peep.
“I’m done with this, its all over” br>And she was gone.
And she could feel the wind in her hair.
Free for the first time in it seemed forever.
She was no longer scared.
Out on her own, she could feel it in her bones.
Things would be better now. Things would be good.
Atleast she wasn't in that house.
She could be who she wanted.
She could breath undaunted.
For the first time
In a lifetime
It was over
Done

Moments passing bye.
Not safe enough to cry.
So here it lies
The moments inside
Its always there
Feeling scared
Relentlessly unaware
Instability bared
I took a chance
Forced a glance
In a fleeting instance
Remembering Reminiscence
It's not the same
I remember taking the blame
Of camelots and fame
yet it was all a game
So now time is running out
In this page full of doubt
hat's the fuss about