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Best Poems Written by Jessica D'agostino

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The Freezer

I cannot believe I can see
my own breath.
To amuse myself, I try
making shapes;
it doesn't work.
I see how fogged up
the glass on the door is.
I consider drawing on it,
and realize my fingers
will stick.
I wait about fifteen minutes.
This time, I consider writing
backwards "I am trapped. Let me out!"
Even if I lose a bit of skin,
someone might see it.
By this time, it's a half hour.
I take out a cigarette, but
my lighter won't ignite.
I shake it upside down,
hold it in my hands, and
it lights.
Ah. At least one thing to 
calm my nerves.
How did I even end up in here, 
I wonder.
Then, I remember.
I suppose my brain was
going a bit numb, for me
to forget.
It's only been thirty minutes.
The dim-witted Mr. Cross,
locked me in here while I
was unloading boxes.
He found it amusing;
since I put hot pepper on
his sandwich once,
not knowing he was allergic.
I guess this was his revenge.
Does he realize though, that
I could freeze to death, in here?
Does anyone realize that I am not 
at my station?
I scream, but no one hears me.
I pound on the door, the walls.
My hands start to hurt.
I think I may have split a
knuckle opened.
I see blood, but it is not dripping.
I dip my hand in a bag of ice,
near the corner, on the right side.
I start feeling it go numb,
and I pull it out to finish my
thought about writing on that door.
I walk over to it, and I feel goose bumps.
Unfortunately, I didn't grab my sweat shirt, 
before I came in here.
Feeling like my arms are going to
fall off, I go to write on the door.
As soon as I start, I hear a voice.
"Is someone in there?"
I yell, "Yes".
The door opens, it's the janitor.
He asks what happened, while 
handing me his sweater.
Then after I finish, he smiles.
I ask him if he found this amusing.
His response was a simple,
"Yes. The door doesn't lock from the inside".

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If Only For One Night

Stay, if only for the night
and hear the rain fall, gently.
I shiver, when you hold me tight.
Your smile is so friendly.
I feel the warmth overcome my body.
That heat, with so much passion.
I wish to have you hold me longer,
and fill my satisfaction.
That empty void I've felt, many times
has drifted, with you near.
My hot breath upon your neck;
sweet nothings, in your ear.
But if this is only for one night,
I'll treasure every moment.
If you choose to stay, for more than 
one day,
all I ask is for you to hold me.

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The Best Is Yet To Come

Although I feel my heart is breaking,
I shall remain strong.
I never saw this coming to me;
I've loved you all along.
You think that you're not right for me,
but sadly, you're mistaken. 
I'll take you as you are, right now.
With love, I'll never fake it. 
Emotions get the best of us,
and sometimes we don't think.
All I know is how I feel,
and when I touch you, I get weak. 
Don't throw away this love we have.
Don't make a huge mistake.
You know you love me, you tell me daily.
I'll give; You just need to take.
The only thing I can offer you, 
is my honest and truest soul. 
Without you, I don't know right now..
But with you, I am whole.

I shall not let you go that easily.......

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Embrace the Universe

Feel my heart beating within your soul.
Forever my love shall be the love you hold.
Hear my heart beating underneath your breath.
I tried to keep your love at length.
That is why I wept.
I cannot express the way I feel.
So I try to write in verse.
I'd wrap my arms around this earth and embrace the universe.
Your love is what I've always needed.
Please stay right by my side.
You've given me back my will to feel.
You've given me back my pride.
You help me show my true colors.
Outside, as well as in.
And for this love I've come to have hoped for;
A new life shall begin.

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The Learning Process

I want to explore
all the things I've ignored.
All the lessons I've learned,
though I could learn a
few more.
I'm learning about love
and what it truly is.
The passion you feel,
when you touch your
beloved's lips.
When you're with them, life 
doesn't seem so bad.
Life starts to look
brighter.
As you can see,
I'm still learning. 
And I'm leaning towards a 
higher education.
Buckle your seat belt.
I want to enjoy this.
I want to learn from only
you.
So hold on.

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Tattooed Scar

I watch you lean against the wall,
and I know what you're thinking.
You know I'm watching you, and
you keep your back to me. 
One week home, I can understand
you wanting to hide yourself from 
me.
Thinking back, you thought your
tattoo would eventually cover your
scar, but it didn't.
And I know you're afraid.
Afraid of what I might say.
I wish you would turn around,
so I could look at you.
You don't have to show me
your bruises; I still love you.
I just want you to hear what 
I have to say, to you.
Take a look in the mirror.
You're still the same woman,
that I always loved, years ago.
You're still you, even if you don't
think you are.
You're absolutely beautiful.
Just take a glance and you'll see.
It is just a scar.
And the most beautiful part 
about all of this, is that you're
still here to view this vision.

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If It Weren'T For You

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be stronger.
I wouldn't have my guard up..
I would have grew fonder.
Thank you for taking that away from me.
And letting my eyes see what I refused to believe.
You left yourself open, for me to let go.
You weren't strong enough...
But my heart was, though. 
If I was utterly mistaken, for what I have said.
You would have contacted me..
But you let me go, instead.
If it weren't for you, I would still be holding on.
To something that wasn't even there anymore.
Something that, for months, was gone.
You've made it quite impossible to ever trust again.
In time, I may find the right person, out there.
But then again, no one understands.
No one's ever loved me, for me.
I thought you were the only one.
You told me never to worry about things.
And I was right, all along.
I was always told to go with my gut feelings.
I never did listen to myself.
I refused to believe you were like everyone else.
And I hung my heart high on your shelf.
I loved you and I would have stood by you
no matter what the outcome would have been.
But again, you lied and you tore me up.
I'm looking out for me now...This was then.............

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Racing Thoughts

The cold wind blows
in the frigid north.
Snow has fallen..
No sign of spring.
Dreams of sunshine
and fresh, warm air
captivate my mind,
my entire being.
Birds fly ramped
no shelter from the chill.
I feel their pain,
though there's not much I can do.
Another thought enters
this very open mind.
The meeting of a loved one,
which may take some time.
Though I am willing to wait,
sometimes my thoughts race.
I still dream of spring
and a very friendly face.
I look forward to the season
where warmth arrives.
Along with my dreams;
reality will be mine.

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Bicker

You make me want to 
crawl out of my skin.
A minute later, I want
to jump on you.
You tell me that you love me
and then all hell breaks loose.
I want to hold you and yell at 
the same time.
Scream at the top of my lungs;
"Are you even listening?"
Then you reassure me that
you won't give up.
A minute later, we're
at it again.
Trust is not the issue,
we are. Distance is.
For this to stop, we
need to be together.
But what if this happens
in person?
Will we argue until we lose 
our breath?
Or will we hold onto each other, 
until it is over?
Just yell,
but make sure you hold me after.

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What

What if I do not write
anything? 
I already recorded the
date and time, just in
case my pen moved.
What if I did not smoke
this cigarette? 
Would I be sitting here, 
recording dates and times,
and talking about writing? 
What if I never wrote that? 
What about if you think you're 
reading my poetry? 
A random thought, perhaps? 
Or a jinx of the mind.
A labyrinth of questions.
Seeking to amaze you.