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Oct 2017 · 166
Slivers Of Tomorrow
Dakota Minter Oct 2017
I never thought it would be so easy to change,
These pieces of me that I, myself, broke.
These tiny slivers finally easy to rearrange,
A unknown strength inside myself I can now evoke.

The pieces slip together without even the slightest trouble,
Why have I fought this for so many years?
Within my heart I feel hope start to bubble,
As my eyes overflow with tears.

I've tried this so many times before,
But my conviction was never so steady.
Finally able to pick myself off the floor,
Two decades of pain, and at long last, I'm ready.

I've pushed away every one I truly love,
In some cases they actually hate me.
I've called on forces from below and above,
Begging to bring them back to me safely.

Ready to show this world the new man I've become.
Determined to create a love that never breeds sorrow.
My chest so so full, heart no longer feels numb,
My eyes now set on a better tomorrow.
Sep 2016 · 242
Seeds of hope
Dakota Minter Sep 2016
And thus, from the tiniest spark on a barren plane,
A sudden gust of wind turned the world into flame,
And from beneath the ashes sprouts a new seed.
Even after devastation, you can find the hope you need.
Sep 2016 · 216
Little hands
Dakota Minter Sep 2016
Who knew such tiny hands could cause such destruction?
Who knew your loving mouth could harbor such an eruption?
Your tiny hands, that are dwarfed by mine hold my beating heart.
Your tiny lips hold words that can empower me, or tear my soul apart.

Such a powerful creature,
With such soft, tender features..

Eyes like oceans, in which I'd be happy to drown.
Lips so sweet, I'd happily give my life, to make sure they never frown.
Scent like a drug, I can't get enough of,
A voice like the angels singing high above.

And her love, oh her sweet love, is stronger than any raging sea,
Sadly she no longer has anything left for me..
Sep 2016 · 222
The real world
Dakota Minter Sep 2016
My nightmares are happier than the real world,
Because you're still there as they unfurl.
They're always about you leaving,
At the end you're always seething..
You swore I was a fool for believing,
But it seems you were deceiving..
I can't push through this maelstrom of feeling,
My screams peel the paint from the ceiling.
In a sea of my tears I am kneeling,
Waking to a world without you sends me reeling.
My nightmares are sweeter than the real world,
Because you're still there as they unfurl.
I don't think I can face the real world..
I always swore you were my dream girl.
Aug 2014 · 437
She's happy
Dakota Minter Aug 2014
She left in secret,
Loved him in the lie,

She betrayed me,
Without even a goodbye.

My eyes now open,
How could I not see?

You aren't who you seem,
You're only loveless to me.
Aug 2014 · 443
My Pillow
Dakota Minter Aug 2014
I awoke today from a terror,
A nightmare of losing you.
A dream like watching life in a mirror.
The pain of your absence piercing anew.

I clutched at you as you disappeared,
Your body in my arms became just bone.
My face stained with tears,
I awake as always, alone.

My pillow no longer under my head,
Captured in the vice of my arms.
Laying in our now cold bed,
Nightmares causing me unbearable mental harm.

Destroying my mind,
Consuming my life,
More painful I find,
Than any knife.
Woke up holding into my pillow for dear life.. Wishing it was you.
Aug 2014 · 353
Take My Hand
Dakota Minter Aug 2014
You're all alone,
But take my hand.
Follow me,
You'll understand.

Surrounded by people,
Yet still by yourself.
They push you aside,
Place you back on the shelf.

But not me,
I know your fears,
I feel your pain,
I see those tears.

Hide it all you want,
Put on your fake smile.
Lie to everyone else,
I won't fall for your guile.

Take my hand,
Come follow me.
Tonight we will run away.
Let me set you free.
An older poem..
Aug 2014 · 322
Tonight
Dakota Minter Aug 2014
Tonight is the night,
I feel the full moons light on my skin.
I've ascended this buildings great height,
Tonight I meet my end.

I've climbed up here for one reason,
It would be weak to back out now.
Suicide might be high treason,
Cold sweat drips down my brow.

I know this is a waste of time,
I'm writing this before I go.
I'm finally going to silence my mind,
I just wanted to let you know.
My last poem I think y'all. Goodbye
Aug 2014 · 371
Waking up
Dakota Minter Aug 2014
No matter how much I drink,
No matter how many pills I take,
No matter how deep I cut myself,
I always seem to wake.

The sound of my alarm forces me to cry.
Why do I keep waking up when I want naught but to die?

I lay here and suffer, day in and day out,
Deaths healing embrace I am forced to go without.

I'm already dead inside, but the body just can't tell.
Here I rot and wither, inside my living Hell.
Aug 2014 · 275
Death
Dakota Minter Aug 2014
I lay here, body, heart and soul all broken,
The pills in this empty bottle are now but a notion.

Drowning in the tears that flow like time,
Remembering the moments where you were mine.

Server the veins and cut the ties,
Everyone will move on with their lives,

My final moments, suffocating alone,
Bury me now, heart, body, and bone.
You truly are, loveless

— The End —