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Candi Mar 2019
Loneliness is a jar of candy
Except there's no candy inside
And nothing there to take its place
The emptiest feeling of all time
When placed around a crowd of people
No one sees you because you're clear
And when you try to speak
They act as if they can't hear
So you stay in one place
But still no one can see
The expression on your face
Which is there because you're empty
The stillness of your body
The coldness of the glass
You wish this desolate moment
Would hurry up and pass
The vacant darkness
That lurks by your side
No way to run from it
No where to hide
02-11-04
Candi Mar 2019
One Person
One room
One million thoughts
No one to tell
No one who cares
The sound will only be heard within my ears
I speak the truth
but it is not heard
the feeling of emptiness
lies in my words
I stare in a daze
Nothing in sight
I could stare in this daze
All through the night
Inside of me
You will see
The darkness
That shouldn't be
You touch my skin
It feels ice cold
You look at me
I look one hundred tears old
It is amazing what happens
When no one's there
The consequences are strange
When you're afraid to share
If you remember anything
Remember this
One thing you never want to feel
Is loneliness
04-12-03
Candi Mar 2019
It’s dark outside
I don’t know why
It’s not too late
But I’m not going out
The wind is blowing
So very hard
If I go out
The storm would take me away
So I’ll stay in
Until the storm goes away
This is the first poem I wrote (that I can recall). I wrote it in fifth grade and figured I'd share it here.
Candi Mar 2019
Amongst the smudges I see a hidden face
Round in shape and trying to peak through
A story to tell but was once erased

Conclusions about a face that someone else drew
Secrets inside but tucked deep away
A story of time that was misconstrued

The solemn lips parted as to say
If only you'd ask you'd be surprised what you could learn
A pity the lips were not molded from clay

To withstand time making this story easy to discern
All ambiguity removed nothing left to gauge
But now this phantom creature is left to yearn

Silently dying to pour her story upon the page
But content with waiting to be inquired
Forever subjected to be in this cage

A beautiful specimen destined to be admired
Until the next becomes inspired
04-05-2019
I did a mini exercise to write in specific styles to try to and break from my typical rhyme scheme. This was my Terza Rima attempt

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