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What is at stake?

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What does one do,
When their feelings are real,
But the one they are towards,
Doesn’t know how you feel?

The answer seems easy,
But there’s too much at stake,
I’ve been wondering if,
It’s a risk I should take.

Given time, questions will unfold

 And show the answers held within them.

(I wrote this poem few years ago)tumblr_m895a4s4Lr1ry2xw8o1_500

Lonely Girl

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A lonely girl wanders the world
Searching for her poor lost soul
Waiting for lightning to strike her heart
Waiting for thunder to tear her apart

She’s never felt a butterfly’s flutter
Simple words always made her stutter
A tortured heart with the soul of a child
A nervous laugh and a beautiful smile

The neighborhood boys with jokes all the same
Pulling her hair and calling her names
Taking more than she ever could bare
Feeling the rip long after the tear

Millions of people suffer day after day
Hatred and destruction is what they say
Women are from Venus, men from Mars
and she’s just a local girl with local scars

 

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Envy

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By now she imagines
that her envy must have a flavor
Bitter orange and arsenic,
or apple peels and dust

It’s hard to be content
when she sees better all around
Unattainable, out of reach,
like sweet ripe fruit just above her head

she can’t change anything real, so
she will change her hair, change her dress, change her ideas
And hope nobody notices the plain old her
still hiding underneath

she feels like a brown-grey caterpillar
so how come, after so many years
she isn’t
a butterfly yet?

Post Breakup

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Dear Ex,

Can you please lift the curse?

She asked while looking at his pictures

She isn’t able to escape,

The songs she listen to, the movies she watches, and the books she reads

All appear to conspire against her

To remind her of his face in one way or another

She can even hear the memories talking through the wall

Sadness weighs her down like anchor weighs a ship down to the sandmichelle-brea-mod-3

China Doll

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China Doll

On a shelf she sits,
On the wall,
Beautiful and defined,
The china doll.

They pass her by,
Smile and look.
Her soul,
An unread book.

She just wants,
To be hugged and loved.
Nobody stop,
In the corner she’s snubbed.

Afraid she’ll get broken,
so they leave her alone.
The pain in her heart,

 Leaves her cold as stone.

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