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He
He looks at her like no one in this world but her
He admires her every move
He wants to know all about her
He's in love with her

But there came his first love and everything ruined

He lost her.
Have you ever wondered what goes on while you’re sleeping?
There's nothing but darkness and not a speck of light to help you see the monsters that are gathering patiently standing next to your bed waiting for the right moment to feast on your fear.
They tell you the end is drawing near.
The tooth fairy could still be waiting to collect all your teeth, and the boogie man probably still camps out under the bed haunting your dreams.
And trust me its a lot worse than it seems.
You check every ten minutes to make sure you closed your closet door because you never know what will creep out to torture you.
And now you have a funny feeling that you’re no longer a whole,that these monsters are stealing bits and pieces of your soul.
You have that feeling that things just aren't going to go right.
Then there's that moment you decide to wake up in the middle of the night.
You open the door and  hear little footsteps echoing though walls.
Then you see the shadows that creep up and down the halls.
Now of course you tell yourself that you're just paranoid, that you're a teenager now you're too old to believe in the monsters under the bed.
Yet you realize that you still have to deal with the monsters inside of your head.
And you know that they are planning to stay.
Then you think hey... maybe controlling the pain you feel will keep these monsters away.
So you start to wonder how do you control the pain you feel?
Because in reality the monsters make it feel just to real.
Then you see the scars that you carved into your wrist last year.
You were controlling pain then but turning back is your greatest fear.
You don't know what to do,
but you the choice is left up to you.
You reach for the blade you have under your bed.
Make a decision; give up or confront the monsters inside of your head.
Can we keep you innocent, my child...
Wrap you up and never let another hand touch you.
Keep you wholesome forever and always see a smile on your face.

Can I keep you this big forever...
Listen to your giggles and hear your tapping feet on my floors for as long as I live.
Feel your little hands and feet wrestle with me every night before your big beautiful eyes close to welcome another day.

Can we stay this close to one another...
You depend on me to always take care of you and be there for you, as I depend on you to fill my life with joy. You give me purpose.
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
Ash
Enough
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
Ash
Am I good enough
Am I smart enough
Am I pretty enough
Creative enough
short enough tall enough
slim enough funny enough
loving enough caring enough
enough enough enough
empty enough
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
Sjr1000
poetry
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
Sjr1000
Poetry is too long too short too harsh
too real to ******* believe
when you're down on your knees begging for forgiveness for everything you feel.

poetry is too hot too cold too bold to fold.
too real to really feel
unless your heart is breaking.

poetry explodes your soul creates heat creates cold. drives the trembling soul right through that ******* hole.

poetry is all I know.
This girl
If she could forgive me

This girl
If there is heaven?

This girl...
If I could ever see her welcome me with that smile...

This girl
With that smile that knows my soul

This girl
With eyes that smile too.

This girl
She's complete, for better or worse.
This girl
The unique and perfect mess.
This girl will never change
I admire that so well.

This girl
Will always be perfect.
Love, never dies
though I will it.
Never

This. Girl. Always.
He was a handsome young fellow
Smiled with his whole heart
Then he went on overseas
Came back like a mine
All ***** and filthy with the day's mission
He never cried again, that boy
He once was so sweet and sensitive
His hands bare the blood of humans
He no longer smiles
His head is always bowed down
A bottle always clutched to his side
His rifle slung around him
Everyone is an enemy
He ain't the young friendly cowboy you once knew
He drank himself to death
The War threatening his life
The War depriving him of his sleep
Creeping in when he closed his eyes
He would wake up screaming and cursing himself
It shouldn't have been him, it should've been me
He pulled the trigger with an empty Jack nearby
The War took his life.
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
ThePoet
I can't handle
another death,
leaving me out here
lost and alone

I can't handle
another mourn,
leaving me lifeless
as a hollow stone

I can't handle
another grievance,
letting you go to
a world unknown

Because to save
your precious life,
I would give infinite
deaths of my own

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