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 Mar 2018 The Non-Poet
She Writes
I dance until I’m numb.
I sing until I’m free.
Music is my escape;
My way to be me.
I've always wanted someone to hold my hand
and tell me I'm pretty.

I've always wanted someone to go on unplanned
travels with to far off cities.

I've always wanted someone to look at me
and smile like in the books.

I've always wanted someone to comment and be
blown away by my looks.

I've always wanted someone to see from afar
And want to be mine.

All my dreams, though, have been marred
And the stars never align.
You said I couldn't be successful.
You made me break down in tears.
You're supposed to be an influencer;
someone who will shape me for years.

Aren't you supposed to be my teacher?
Well, what are you teaching me?
I can never be worth anything.
I am not who I am supposed to be.

I have learned nothing from you
except for the all the lies you have told.
I can be worthy despite what you say.
You don't know what the future holds.
 Mar 2018 The Non-Poet
sarah
i don’t know what to do. i want you more than i want to breathe. you set every part of my being aflame and bring chills to my spine at the mention of your name. my heartbeat quickens when you’re near, but in your arms, there’s nowhere i’d rather be but here. your green eyes peer into mine and in that moment, i feel divine. just a bit of your attention is enough to keep me satisfied as i sit and wait all day for your reply. there’s nothing i can do to sate this feeling in my heart, because when we’re apart, i think of you only, and you think of any and everything but me. i can’t get your face out of my head, as you are the first thought on my mind when i wake up and the last before i fall asleep. you are my joy on a good day and my solace on a bad. you are the clock on my bedside table, the first sip of tea i drink in the morning, the keys to my car, and the hollow knock at the door. you are the sun, the moon, and all of my stars. and i know that it’s love like an ache in the jaw, but there’s nothing i can do. you made your intentions clear, but ****. i really want you here.
 Mar 2018 The Non-Poet
She Writes
I will not apologize
For who I am or how I feel

The sun does not apologize
For shining

The night does not apologize
For being dark

The rain does not apologize
For falling
I know why the caged bird sings.

It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.

It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.

He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.

He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.

He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.

He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.

He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.

The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.

I know why the caged bird sings.
A twist on a title by one of my favorite authors...
 Mar 2018 The Non-Poet
lib
you
 Mar 2018 The Non-Poet
lib
you
you are the one
living in the back of my head
and in my heart
within me

you are the one
i think of when it gets dark
and when i'm alone,
it's you i crave

you are the one
and no matter what i do,
at the end of the day,
it's you
no, you're not perfect, but at least you don't pretend to be
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