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Melissa Sherwood Aug 2015
It’s 3 in the morning
The highways in my head are stuck in a traffic jam full of drivers with pent up road rage
I try to be quiet so I don’t wake my roommate
In reality I want to scribble on the walls write out my each and every thought
Draw every image that my want to be Da Vinci mind paints
Because it is these years that will be my foundation
It is these years that will define my future family’s financial situation
Call me crazy, but thinking about the future is a prescription to anxiety
I don’t know if it’s my thoughts or the late dose of caffeine that is keeping me awake tonight
But something tells me that if I write somehow the traffic will vanish and I will at last overdose on exhaustion
It’s 4 in the morning
I am mourning my loss of nine hours sleep
I used to be stronger but now it isn’t so hard to see
That sitting in this traffic every day is beginning to take a toll on me
Melissa Sherwood Aug 2015
Silence is defeating
Sound is overwhelming
Each thought can be felt in a head that is swelling
Fears infect a once clean mindset
Reset Reset Reset
It is dark
No, I’m tired and the light switch is too far
Motivations suppressed lured into the night by a dark mistress
Haven’t been seen since
M.S.
Melissa Sherwood Jul 2015
Before him I was the cautious type
Now I sat across the table from him
At last chance bloomed to life
Around him I swear I felt the warmth of the sun’s golden light
No
Young heart don’t fall for it
You’re just a little tired
Or maybe your guard is down tonight
Avoid him
If he asks for another date
Deny
Deny the chance of happiness
On the bright side you’ll save your heart from a shattering death
I said to myself
Don’t play with fire
But I guess deep down lived a dormant pyromaniac
He found a crack
Wiggled his way in
Cleared out years worth of dust and spider webs
He began to make a home in my heart
What is a home without a light
He flipped the switch bringing illuminating life
It was then I felt everything I thought I had known fall apart
This was the start
The start to a work of art titled ‘Chance’
I chanced all my chips
In return I won his lips
His sunset kiss
        My very first chance made my heart race
        Like sand to the eye
        I wanted so badly to avoid it
        But it was bound to happen sometime
        The first couple nights
        I cried
        A piece of me was no longer mine
        Chances I despise
        But at 4:03 in the morning I realized
        That we were a chance
        Chances are trust
This is the third poem out of my poetry series!  Fear and Chance can also be found on my page!  I'd love for you to see them all and hear what you have to say about them!
Melissa Sherwood Jul 2015
Tremors awake me to consciousness yet again
Every last sin I had and was to commit my body began to repent
Voices of those I had crossed violated my ear drums and dear god believe me I lament
For the pain I could not bare for those I have hurt and those I have bent
I trip over my words the sounds quarrel as they slip from my tongue escaping into the world to be heard
I'm sorry for those they have hurt
I was a monster disguised as a girl
  Jul 2015 Melissa Sherwood
Emily L
How is it
one can make
their first kiss
different from
their last?
because their
first kiss
was the last kiss
they ever
experienced
in
their
past.
it's a foreign concept
to accept
in such extreme times
but
maybe the first kiss
was a mistake
forcing lips without
a meeting of the minds.
where consent
should be constant
but this won't be like
the last time.
sine the next kiss
will be the first kiss
of
her
life.
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