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theladypoet
American Most all of the poems I write are from my two little brothers "writing" to me. They were miscarried and I never met them, but I feel connected to them through my poetry. / The poems with an asterisk are about other topics.
Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Am I always to be the bad one, The one who is never the victim? Can't anybody see? See what I went through? Is there nobody who listens Or nobody who cares?
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 2:56 PM UTC
I.
I respected him. Then he betrayed me. He had no right.
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Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
Untitled.
Have you ever experienced the chance of a new, clean slate? The slate of life is often Dinged......Scratched.......Pitted. With what? With mistakes, yes. With trials, yes. With things beyond our control? YES, YES, Hell to the YES. So here's to new life--a new slate. That wondrous, captivating, and uncharted slate to a new life. Go. Discover. Fall in love with that chance.
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
New Life
I sit here wondering Am I making the right decision? Can I know? Until I take the leap can I ever really know? It won't be easy, I never said it would. It will make enemies and will tax my friends, But I gotta go. I gotta take my leap to FREEDOM. I've gotta live a life.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
Freedom
Chills are running down my back, Eyes are flitting everywhere; Breath is shallow as I run, I'm not afraid, Nor am I done. Feet are pounding solid earth, Arms are pumping through the air; Jaw is clenched as if in pain, I've made the end, Now I am done.
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May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 6:41 AM UTC
Feel
I had a dream tonight About my brothers Again. But this time, it was happy. Tommy was talking to me as usual, But we were smiling. We were walking in a field, Full of that tall wavy grass And we were barefoot. It was so vivid....I was wearing a white halter top dress, Hair undone, curls blowing in the wind. Tommy was right beside me, In jeans and a white tee. He was looking at me And I him. We were walking toward Sammy, He was climbing a tree. We talked about everything, anything. It felt like home, I wanted it to be home. Safe, warm, full of love. With my brothers. Truly home.
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Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 3:52 AM UTC
My Home
Nobody knows I am dying. No, not physically Just inside. Part of me wants people to know. The rest vehemently disagrees. I was asked if I was Depressed. I said No! But now...I wonder.......if maybe......I am. I've kept my problems to myself. That my parents don't love each other, That my mom calls me stupid, dumb, an idiot. That my parents thought there was something wrong with ME, when it was really them. They took me to a shrink. I didn't talk. The shrink started "shrinking" them. They stopped going there.............fast. My parents yell at each other, There is no love. There is no food in our house, just Katsup Onions Pickles I have to buy my own food. My brother stays away from this house as much as he can. We both agree, This is not a family.
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 4:43 AM UTC
*My Life
I was always there. You never saw me. You never heard me. You never knew that I was right beside you. I was there When  you turned 13 I was there when you fought with them. I was there When you started Dying inside.
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 4:35 AM UTC
I was there
When a little part of you dies inside, It feels Horrible. It feels like you're dying all over But you're not. Just inside. Another part of you...........................gone...........................forever. Never to return. Never to heal. The part that's left, Dies a little More And more Until.... It stops. I see you die inside. A chunk here, A patch there. And it hurts me, More Than it hurts you. Because I'm the only one who knows you are dying. You keep it so secret, nobody, Nobody, Nobody knows you're dying. Except me. And it kills me.
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 4:27 AM UTC
Die Inside
I can see you. See you sitting there, Writing this about me in...Bible (Tsk Tsk). Yes, I miss you Even though I never met you, I miss you. You grew up your whole life Not knowing me But I've spent my whole life Watching you Watching you when you Sleep Eat Read Don't study Run Cry Die inside When you hurt, I hurt for you I will always Love you... Watch you... Know you... Protect you from way up here in the sky. I'm watching you.
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 4:13 AM UTC
Watching You