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demons took you
haunted by your innocence
and the power of your convictions
I am saddened by this life
unfulfilled
I mourn for what we lost
perhaps a Saint to be
a reflection of God's will
your light shone bright
through the cracks of hell
I trust you reside in the purest of light
that your soul shines in another
and that I shall again witness
the beautiful smile of Anneliese
Anneliese Michel
Love is unattainable; this is no exaggeration.

It is simply the way of my generation to dismiss all sentimental feelings in the name of reputation, but for some poor, idealistic fools still enchanted by the forgotten practice of romantic gesture.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        14.02.2016
How dare you
Stereotype girls
As worthy of a bouquet
And not
How dare you
Imply that
You were not to be seen
With her in public
Was she a monster, a ghost
Or something else?
Was she ugly or what?
Maybe she wasn't as pretty
As those girls
You've been following on Facebook
Liking their profile pictures
Every time they make updates
Or that ******* the wallpaper
Of your phone
Or that girl you've always been dying for
To be your girlfriend
Who looked so much like
That teen star on TV.
How dare you
Tell her you loved her
Call her baby
When all you did in the end
Was left her
For another girl
Who now bears your future baby
How dare you
Drive her home after work
For a week or two
Ask her if she still loves you
Because you think you are still
In love with her
But then after a month
You're with another girl
Took pictures on that
Famous hilltop
Then said she was just a fling
How dare you
Read her poems
Make her believe
You admired her poetry
But all you did
Was get this idea
And tried writing a poem
For another girl you courted
How dare you
Demand for her time
When you were so bored
Of all of your free time
And all she did
Was to free her me time
Just to compromise
How dare you
Tell her you feel the same
When all she supposedly
Wanted was to be just friends
But you hid from her
That you already have your own girl
How dare you
Dare me
Was I a fool
When all I thought
That love
Was the most beautiful feeling?
How dare I?
Last Valentine, I gave you my heart but the very next year you throw it away.
(Originally written for spoken word.)
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.
Oh how I miss you.
Your sweet brown eyes
The smile you give me when I'm staring at you for to long.
The way you tell me about your day and how it all got better because you got to hear my voice.
I miss how you touch me and everything seems just fine.
Your dimple on the left side of your cheek when I tell you I love you.
The way you hold my hand and kiss me
Just the way I catch you looking at me from the corner of my eye.
God I miss you.
Oh romance, whatve you got against me
Oh love, have I hurt you in some way
Have I sinned
Oh lover have I left you before our time
So wickedly I lived
And now I bleed
With every new wound I lose more and more my strength and
My bones turn into dust when you're around
But romance what I done.
What have I done.
Amongst a thousand people
I feel one.
Alone, deserted, left out
I feel blank
And when I stay with you
Alone, deserted, treasured
Don't feel numb.
My feelings they exhaust me
My flame fades
I blame it on being tired
But stay vague.
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