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  Dec 2014 Amy Blanchette
Shan K
you are not your grades or your scars
your height or your weight
you are not your face or the color of your hair

you are the person you define yourself to be
you are who you want to be
you are not the opinion of the people around you

you are your soul
be it old or young
you have lived many lives
and this is just the beginning
  Dec 2014 Amy Blanchette
Nazi Neyz
A darkened soul

Always sees more
Knows what to fear
What it's for
To feel exposed
Try walking free
The dark does follow
It wants to see
Writing hand
Amy Blanchette Dec 2014
They creep in silence these tangled thoughts of mine.

Quiet contemplating thoughts and no restriction of time

The what if's and why haven't I's?

They  chew you up like a new found obsession

Then spit you out leave you second guessing

Cleanse your mind of all assurance

Build you up then **** your endurance

kind of glad I learned my lesson.

Never let your mind control the weapon

Self doubt
I wrote this when I struggling between changing my major where I know I could easily get a job (biotechnology) or my dream to be an English major...with full intent to be an English professor. ..we all struggle to write sometimes and I was for my final research essay.. I was overthinking and overwriting and that's how this poem started really...
Amy Blanchette Dec 2014
Stuck in that awkward state of mind

Not sure what way to turn

Keep it going

Or let it burn

Like a glowing ember on a log

Walk your mind through that dense fog. ..
  Nov 2014 Amy Blanchette
Walt Whitman
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
    oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
    themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
    neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer
    of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
    hid—I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and
    prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who
    shall be ****’d, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
    laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out
    upon,
See, hear, and am silent.
Amy Blanchette Nov 2014
If I let this go, what will become of me?

Five long years and still I hurt

Afraid to trust

Not knowing where this new relationship will go.

Should I drop this wall?

No matter how hard it is to see you try and assure me I won't be hurt...

I don't believe you...

Only time will tell me for sure

Perhaps this is something I need to endure.


Please don't hurt me.

I may not make it through another heartbreak...

To give my all, my whole heart, to have it ripped out and tossed away like yesterday... I just won't make it through again..
Amy Blanchette Nov 2014
I walk up the stairs so slow and afraid

This is not the place I used to know

Not the way I remember

I expect to see your smiling face
waiting for me to take your hand
and bring you to that place

You tried to tell me that your work here was done
I smiled at you and told you how silly you were to think the cancer won

You were so strong
so nonchalant
I hope you know you'll always have a special place in my heart

When I got that call that day, I swear my heart stopped
your daughter loves you more than life itself
I only wish I could've helped
Taken her pain away
All I can do is be there for her
Life is short, we say this all the time
make sure you love yours before you run out of time.
R.I.P. Victor Ponte
A poem I wrote for my hospice patient when he passed
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