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Best Poems Written by Savannah Salisbury

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The Shakes

A sudden storm
The constant knee shaking is my only warmth 
Sweat trickles off my hands
My brain can’t keep up with its own demands

It comes and goes in waves
Kind of like a phase
A phase that sticks around
In an empty room yet still feel surrounded

A sudden case of the shakes
A sudden case of which I can not escape

Everyone asking if I’m okay
If I say no they’ll have nothing to say
“Take a deep breath
I have heard that again and again

31.1% of people suffer from the shakes
48% are self-diagnosed
Almost half of people which suffer from this ghost
This ghost that continues haunting

It’s almost like it’s taunting
Taunting me with what my life could be
The only cure being meditation or medications
I want to be cured from the shakes
But there's almost no way

I can trace shapes on my hand
Until my finger falls asleep 
Wow I have fallen deep

I’m hopeless
Hopeless of being cured
I’m tired
Tired of this ghost making me insecure
Tired of trying to unwire
Unwire which has been ruined
Ruined by the shakes

Why do i feel like i'm losing
In the game of existence
I’ve lost all resistance
Of the shakes
Of the ghost
Of the thing that's taken all control

Only so long before this thing
This thing that dominates me
Winds up and breaks me

I'm not anxious I swear
I'm just struggling for air
I'm momentarily unaware 

I wish I wasn’t part of the 31.1%
I wish my mind could have been spared
It’s not fair
I’m ripping out my hair
Can I just be repaired

Stay active, have a good diet, practice mindfulness
I’m just gonna stay quiet
I’ll keep denying it
I'll keep it on paper

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Ode to my Bestie

This one goes out to the only one who didn’t ghost me after I quit cheer
This one goes out to the only person who really knows what happened 
The only one who said “I’m here for you” and was sincere 
She’s amazing in every way you could imagine
“I love you super super duper much”

People ask me my best friend
Well, true friends are usually those who offer you support, improve your quality of life, and help you progress mentally.
Looking at the big picture, in the end
She may just be 
My best friend
“Have a great rest of your day”

Late-night phone calls
Dissing each other in every way possible
To the one who always laughs when I fall
“If you ever need to talk always call”

Leaving notes in my notebook
Knowing I probably won't look at them again
But I do
“Text me or whatever make sure you always call me”

Assuring me just how much you love me
And making sure I know the world would be different if I leave
“If you are sad call or something because you can’t ever ever ever leave me”

People say you are audacious, blunt, or disrespectful
But really they just can’t handle the truth
Sure you may be judgmental
But It’s always constructive
“I need you through this kinda dumb world”

The one who I can always laugh with
Who may always laugh at me
But still puts up with me
Not just tolerate
"I love you"



note* I took a note she left me and I ended each stanza with a line that she wrote

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What it's Like to be Me

Between falling asleep to Taylor swift
And writing everything out in lists
Being me can be interesting

Spending each summer protesting
Marching around Cadillac holding posters
Writing poem after poem looking for closure

Ignoring everyone who dares to try to get ahold of me after school
Tell me in person if you can, it’s an unspoken rule

I sign up to get emails from colleges
With full knowledge
That the only college I want won't happen

Every time I watch TV having on closed captions
Having to have the light on when I sleep
Accidentally making every conversation deep

Every time I like a song I put it on loop
And I listen to it until it gets old
Always needing to walk in groups
I’m never not cold

I freak out if my grade gets to a ninety-four
If it does it’s an internal civil war

I get scared in small spaces
I feel like I’m suffocating
I can hardly sleep under a blanket
If my hoodie isn’t big it needs to have a zipper

I’ve always wanted to be a singer
So I sing any chance I get
And I turn my lyrics into poems
I hate it when I sweat
And I hate being home

I spend every moment with my brother 
My nails have to look presentable
I have a bad relationship with my mother
And I’m extremely forgetful

So that’s a tiny glimpse of a day in my life
Each thing adds to my intricate design

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When I'm Crying

I started dating this pretty great guy
He’s never tried to make me cry
I don’t know how I feel about him
I mean in my heart I know he’s being genuine

I love him so much
But gosh It really sucks
To never be able to talk
Not in person, text, or call

To be left on delivered half the day
To simply get a response saying okay
To pour my heart into a paragraph
To hardly even get an I love you  back

But when we do call
You let me just sit and talk
You love me differently than anyone else
You make me feel better about myself

You’ve helped me get through so many things
And from my knowlegde, without even knowing
You gave me light at the end of the tunnel
When I buried myself at rock bottom, you handed me a shovel

Then the second I wipe my tears away
You stop talking to me and go about your day
Like no conversation happened
Like its something I imagined

Am I crazy, going insane
Yet again imagining things
Or am I treated more like your guy friend
Than your girlfriend

I mean you are always on my mind 
And I mean… all the time
But am I ever even in your head
Do you even mean the things you’ve said

Because I know for sure that I do
You don’t even understand how much I love you
But sometimes I get scared
That you really don’t even care

I mean you say you love me
But that’s hard to believe
When you only pay attention to me 
When I’m crying

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The One I Can't Recognize

Have you ever looked in the mirror 
And not recognized the person you saw
Sat back down in fear
Lost your breath in awe

But not the good kind at all
Like your confused 
Like this person isn’t you
This caked on makeup, dyed hair, showing skin person isn’t true

This isn’t me 
I wish when I was younger I could have seen
I don’t want to grow up
I want to stay little me

Have you ever talked about yourself with someone else and forgot who you were talking about
Like the sound of your own name doesn’t even sound right
It’s something you continue to recite

Your nickname you pretend to hate is more accurate
Savannah is something I accept
Sav is the person I’ve shaped myself into 
Maybe not on purpose
But the old me makes me nervous

I’m going to continue to fake it all
Convincing me otherwise is like talking to a wall

If it’s who I am now 
Then I should learn to be proud
I’ve blossomed into a new person than I was 2 years ago
It's cringy I know

But I look back at pictures and observe each individual change
See if I can find where the switch was flipped
And it’s strange but there is no certain age or stage that I can pick out
I can’t find just where
I decided to become the one I can’t recognize

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Numb

I was asked how I was feeling today
I was weirded out and I didn't know what to say
Maybe it’s that I don’t know feelings
Or maybe because my answer isn’t appealing
Or because no one would understand
It’s like I should have an automatic answer planned

After some self-contemplation
There really is no explanation
I feel nothing at all
I’m not depressed, I can't remember the last time I cried, let alone bawled
I’m not happy
I don’t know what I am, it’s even weird to be snappy

But if I say I’m numb
I look extremely dumb
People start judging
Then if I say I’m ok, they’ll know I’m bluffing
But what else can you do
Then say I’m good instead of the truth

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I'm Proud of You

Four simple words
Yet each leaves a different burn
A scar
It’s bizarre
That I’m proud of you can sting 
Postpone your thinking

Maybe it’s because it’s rare for me to hear it
Because it’s something myself can’t even admit
When someone hears enough times that you’re a disappointment 
It eventually causes them to quit

Quit believing when someone finally says
I’m proud of you
Think everyones lying even your best friend 
Like there is no way it could be true

I’ve heard it from three people before
One being the best teacher I ever had
That woman deserves an award
The second being my current boyfriend
He’s always there even when I’m sad
The last being my best friend
I didn’t believe her but I had to pretend

Only once did I explain what
I’m proud of you meant to me

It’s weird to write it down
It's weird to get it out
I never thought I’d share what it means to me
When someone says I’m proud