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Silent,Loud,Eternal Poem

Silent. 
Like a feather floating to the 
ground. 
Silent. 
Like a candles flame in the wind.
Silent. 
Like death. 
Loud. 
Like thunder. 
Loud. 
Like sirens on a police car. 
Loud. 
Like a trumpet, blasting in your 
ear.  
Eternal. 
Like the twinkling stars. 
Eternal. 
Like A book waiting to be read. 
Eternal. 
Like night and day. 
Silent, loud, eternal.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2012



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Losing My Aunt

I fall into the darkness.
The flames of hell wrap around 
me.
It's hard to breath.
The smoke suffocates me.
Then I see a hand from above. 
I reach for the hand. 
I see the light again.  
My wings have spread out. 
I'm flying and soaring through 
the skies. 
I'm in heaven and I'm happy. 
I see her.  
It's not your time she says. 
I frown, but he hugs me and 
says,
It'll be alright. 
So I go back. 
I go back to a life wondering. 
Will it ever be alright.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2012

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I Feel Like a Burden

I feel like a burden.
Parents kicked me out saying 
“He’s gotta deal with her now” 
And they weren’t playing
“If you leave this house,
You can’t come back”
Don’t worry mom and dad 
I had enough time to pack.
Just cause I wanted to stay the night
You ended up yelling 
I left after that fight.
Things had to change 
Couldn’t get to HTC
Losing friends left and right
People started judging me
Just trying to live
But it doesn’t go so well
Sometimes I feel alone
Feel like I’m living in hell.
Cause no one understands 
That age means nothing to me
If I love someone 
Can’t you just be happy?
Missing my family
But it doesn’t matter
Going crazy cause I’m lonely
Like wonderlands crazy mad hatter
Calling my boyfriend 
Hard when he’s away
Ending the call early 
Cause we don’t know what to say
Wishing I was normal 
Hate what people think
Can’t talk to no one 
Cause I’m on the brink
Of not being able to cope
I know I’m negative sometimes 
But all I want is to hope
I want to be able to
Smile again
But idk how
Where or when.
When he’s there 
My life seems so much sweeter
Met him at work he’s on the clean team
(But that doesn’t mean he’s neater)
Gotta buy the groceries 
Hoping to do more
Part time at the bakery
At the cub foods store
Life is complicated
Like staying balanced on a saddle
New conflicts every day
But I’m still fighting my last battle.
Once I finally feel 
That I am close to winning
I look at the mess behind me 
Saying “that was just the beginning”

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2016

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Defining Thoughts

She fakes a smile 
Then turns away
Silent tears fall down her face
As words of hate fill her ears 
The voices of loved ones,
Friends, and people she just met.
create scars on her heart
New scars appear every day
Nobody cares what she does
She doesn't even have a say
She wants something to be heard?
She has to fight to be heard
And still, she can't say a word
And she listens to others
And hears all these things
That they are saying
And sometimes
She doesn't act right away 
But she knows 
Actions speak louder than words
So eventually she'll do as she's told
She tries sharing what she's learned
With her family
But they're either too busy 
Or they don't care what she has to say 
She feels like her feelings don't matter to anyone
She struggles to find herself
She doesn't feel comfortable
When called a Male or a Female
Doesn't know where she fits in
Not comfortable in her own skin
Again nobody will listen
what she says doesn't matter.
All she wants is to be a normal teen
But she'll never be normal
She doesn't even know 
What the definition of normal is
Just sitting in a corner moping 
For reasons she cannot say
If she tries to explain
Why she does what she does or
Says what she says
She'll be judged
If she writes a poem 
She's called “self-centered”
Because most of her poems 
Are about herself and her feelings
But that's how she's dealing
With her life!
She can't tell people anything 
They won't listen they won't understand
They'll think her ideas are non realistic
But they're as realistic as anything
And she knows everything she does
Is what she thinks is right 
Yet she only listens to what others think
Because she wants to please everyone
Even though she knows she can't. 
She says something that she sincerely means
She takes time to say something correctly
Then she treated like she is a burden
She'll eventually go insane because
People have to remind her
To do things
And she says she will do
That task
Maybe not right away
But she'll do them that same day.
She sings and likes sharing stories
Feeling respected
And that glory
Then someone,
Doesn't matter who 
Brings her down
Instead of a smile
She wears a frown
You ask why she talks about 
All the things shares about
It’s because she wants to heard
She wants to tell people it's okay
To be different!
But who cares right...
Everything ends with a fight
And still she is not heard. 
Silent tears fall down her face
And still nobody can understand
Why she hurts inside
Even though she tells them why every day.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2015

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Welcome To Hell

I see the flames of hell,
Wrapping around me.
My heart stops but I cannot 
tell,
And now I cannot see. 
Where did my light go?
All I see is dark black smoke. 
Where I am I'll never know,
Is this some kind of joke?
I'm being dragged down to the 
gates,
Of hell and I'll never return. 
And that's the place everyone 
hates, 
That's where I'll stay and burn.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2012



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I Listen

I listen to my heart,
It tells me what to do.
I listen to my mind,
It helps me with things too. 
I listen to the birds,
They chirp all of the time. 
I listen to spoken words,
Maybe I could make them 
rhyme. 
I listen to my friends talking,
I'm shy so I just stay quiet. 
I listen to people walking. 
In marches that start a riot. 
I listen to things fade,
But I get mad you see,
Cause when I want to read a 
poem I made,
No one will listen to me.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2012

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A Poem That Will Change the World

Sometimes it’s hard to accept
That people don’t believe in your god
You think it’s odd 
Because you have strong beliefs.
It’s hard that people don’t 
Look like you 
Act like you 
Do what you do
So now people are dying because 
Being “different” isn’t cool
With others
Taking children from their 
Fathers and mothers 
Teaching them to fight 
Saying it’s 
Okay to die
those children 
Don’t know why 
They were chosen 
But then they are strapped 
To some device 
Not thinking twice
Brainwashed even 
Saying they will be a hero
Mama I am a hero
Papa I am a hero
And then they are gone
They became
Devices of war 
And there is no peace.
You took a peaceful god 
And changed it.
You created
A new Religion
And
Instead of praying to that peaceful god
You once believed in
You are praying to a twisted god
A god of death
A god of destruction 
A god of selfish beings
A god which thrives on hatred
And terror
People shot 
People crying
Innocent people dying
Losing their lives
Getting attacked
And killed in front of their 
Husbands and wives
If you’re Jewish 
You are bad
If you are American 
You are bad
They want to change the life you had
Cause they come 
And just destroy
They think every weapon
Is a toy
They don’t care if you convert
They just care if you get hurt
They don’t know when to stop
Because
Pain and suffering makes them
Stronger
Thinking their attacks
Will stay in news casts longer
Getting people’s attention
Not to mention 
The tension
Between countries
We just want peace 
Please 
Because we are all human
And everyone can
Live in peace
We can all get along
We can share a song
And then maybe you will see
There’s really no difference 
Between you and me
I breathe 
You breathe 
I think 
You think
I love you love
I feel you feel
So what’s the deal?
We don’t all have the same brain
We know that that’s driving you insane
But you have to stop bringing this world pain
Because it is not what anyone wanted 
The lives of all the people on this earth
Are haunted 
If you want us to understand 
Do something better than command
Us to convert 
We will listen
And negotiate 
Till we can finally agree
But no reason conquer every city 
Just calm down 
And we will too
And hope for peace
Between me and you.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2017

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Talking To a Star

When you died,
You became a star. 
Of all the times I've cried,
I look up and there you are. 
I talk to you about something,
Your light shines when you agree.
When you laugh you start twinkling,
And I'm glad you're so happy. 
I say I miss you so much. 
I wish you were here with me. 
I cry some more, I miss your touch,
But it's good you're suffer free. 
I tell you about my day,
And you listen. 
And i love the way,
You always start to glisten. 
Talking to a star,
Is not so bad you see,
But no matter how far you are,
In my heart you'll always be.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2012

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Nightmare Becomes the Truth

I dreamt one day you left,
Someone else had taken my place,
I would call that theft,
I frown as tears fall down my face.
I dreamt that you never loved me,
I dreamt you said you don't care,
I still loved you, but you couldn't see,
That I was always there. 
I never left your side, not once, 
But I dreamt that you chose another.
I felt so helpless, I felt like a dunce,
I thought we loved eachother. 
And then I woke up from that dream,
And realized it was real. 
You're love no one can redeem,
Your hate is what I feel.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2012

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I Am a Hawk

I am a hawk,
I can see far away. 
I am a wolf,
Stalking it's prey. 
I am a rabbit,
Small and shy. 
I am a fox,
Quiet, and sly. 
I am a sloth,
Slow and steady.
I am a race horse,
Happy and ready. 
I am a bird,
Starting to sing. 
I am a bee,
Ready to sting. 
I am a horse,
Grazing on hay,
I am an owl,
At the end of the day.

Copyright © Carmen Erickson | Year Posted 2012

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