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Best Poems Written by Steph Tico

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I Looked For You Today

Dear Mom,
I looked for you today.
I found you in the smell of coffee,
as I passed our favorite café. 

I felt you in the cool breeze,
that traveled fiercely up my spine.
I put my face toward the sky
and found you in the warm sunshine.

I looked for you today,
but I didn't have to look far.
When I lifted my head up high,
I found you in the stars.

I will never stop looking,
because I know you're always around.
I know you have never left me,
you're just waiting to be found.


May 9, 2016

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A Perfect-

A perfect crime.
The paper the victim,
the weapon a pen.

A perfect time.
The thoughts in my head,
a prayer, I say, amen.

A perfect day.
The mood is right,
it is time to begin.

A perfect way.
So I write, Father please,
forgive me for my sin.

A perfect start.
The liquid poison,
slowly kills the page.

A perfect heart.
Slowly breaking,
from all the rage.

A perfect death.
Please go in peace,
Your soul to keep.

A perfect breath.
For it's the last,
please don't weep.

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Choke Hold

Your fingers begin their release
pinkie, palm, to thumb.
The sensation lingers on my skin.
My knees week, body numb.

The indentation around my neck,
it is starting to bruise.
A shade of yellow appears.
Slowly, a green, purple, and blue.

I fall to my knees
kicked while I try to stand.
I slowly raise up my head
it’s met with the back of your hand.

Viciously from your mouth
the venomous words spew. 
I can smell on your breath
the remains of your afternoon chew.

This is how painful it is,
to be in love with you.

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The Apology That Will Never Come

The distance really doesn't seem to matter

the words you use still make my heart shatter.

I thought I escaped, got away from it,

This just shows you haven't changed a bit.

 

I try so hard to make everything alright,

but you find the stupidest reasons to start a fight.

I tell myself to let it go, to let it be,

why can't you understand the pain you are causing me?

 

The tears start to come, I can't get them to stop,

my inner strength and walls I've built begin to flop.

Every time we fight, it hurts a little more,

you continue to rub salt onto my open sore.

 

My limbs have been pulled every which way,

I can't please you no matter what I say.

It's always your word against mine,

I don't know how much longer i can say, "I'll be fine".

 

When we fight it tears me up inside,

you are the only person I can truly confide.

I don't know who else I can turn to,

I don't know what else I can do.

 

I am tired of setting aside my pride,

You already how many tears I've cried.

You can't always expect me to do the right thing,

I can honestly say I don't know what tomorrow will bring.

 

You see this nonsense has to stop so we can make this work,

you need to stop being such a stupid self-centered jerk.

You know I will wait until the pain makes my body numb,

I'll be waiting for the apology I know will never come...

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My Temptation

For so long I have thought that you were my drug.
I couldn’t get enough of you, on my heart strings you’d tug.

You always had a way to give me a little high.
You left me wanting more every time you’d say goodbye.

When you came crawling back, this time when you conceded,
I may have had it all wrong and that it was me you needed.

When you are down and out, or horny, bored, and lonely,
I’m the one you turn to because I am your one and only.

After all of this time, I thought you were my haven.
It is clear now that I am your drug, and you’re just my temptation.

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A Better Tomorrow

I met an old man 
while I was studying abroad.
At first I was afraid
because he seemed so odd.

It is hard to sit here 
and express how I felt. 
He didn’t have to explain 
the hand he was dealt.

If you could take a look, 
into his deep brown eyes,
you would surely see, 
how his big heart cries.

He cries for all the things, 
he’s bared witness to,
Take some time, 
take a look from his point of view.
 
He cries for his bare feet 
that have walked for miles.
He cries for his back
that has hurt for a while.

He cries for his wife, 
from AIDS she has passed.
He cries for his pride, 
lowered from the help he asked.
 
He cries for the meal 
he is unable to serve,
He cries for his worries 
that he doesn’t deserve.

He cries for his child, 
her education he can’t provide.
He cries for his scars 
that he must hide.
 
On his tired face, 
there appears no sign of a smile.
After all of the suffering, 
his life is still worthwhile.

Though his eyes
have seen so much sorrow,
he prays every night 
for a better tomorrow.

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Stand

Screaming, she slams
furious fists forward 
punching powerfully
through timber.

Drops down
exhaling exhausted. 
Furrows forehead,
discouraged, disappointed.

Breathes bravely,
stands strong,
moves mountains,
lives life.

March 25, 2016

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Breakfast Club Fist Pump

Countless hours I've spent, 
thinking about you and me.
Wandering thoughts, racing mind, 
about what we could be.

For so long I've held on, 
to the thought we'd be together.
There were no troubles or worries, 
no storm we couldn't weather.

Countless words on notebook paper, 
my heart I poured to you.
Pages and pages you were my muse, 
but you never had a clue.

It's been a while since I wrote 
"I Should Have Told You" 
and my other favorite,
"I Do".

Those poems were the only way
I could express how I felt.
I remember writing about 
how "your smile makes me melt".

It's so silly to look back now
and see a little naive girl.
How head over heels I was 
and how I made you my world.

I knew the day would come, 
when you'd find another. 
When you'd call her yours 
and to me it would bother.

Today was that day I feared.
I saw you were no longer solo.
My phone buzzed with a text.
My friend had sent me a photo.

The caption was a simple,
"Dude she's like your twin!"
My eyes went wide, she was right, 
my face filled with a grin.

In front of me on the screen, 
was a couple side by side.
It was my ex and his new girl, 
they were walking in stride. 

In that moment I was not upset.
I did not even look away.
I was overcome with the joyous feeling, 
that I was actually okay.

I thought I would be angry.
I thought I would get mad.
I thought I would be sick.
I thought I would be sad.

It was quite the opposite actually.
I really did not even care.
I pulled a "Breakfast Club" move, 
and threw my fist in the air.

It was in that moment I realized, 
there wasn't anything I couldn't do.
I was free from your chains.
My anchor was always you.

You didn't keep me grounded, 
in fact you held me down.
But now that I am free,
I'll swim to the surface, I won't drown.

If we ever cross paths again,
I will smile and I will say hello.
Although you and I are no longer friends, 
you certainly are no longer a foe.

I hope she makes you happy.
I wish you two all the best.
It's a great feeling to know, 
this weight has been lifted off my chest.

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No One Else To Blame

When I was young, about four or five,
I decided to jump off the real high dive.
My mom said I’d get hurt, she tried to say no,
of course I took the plunge, and my face took the blow. 
Blood ran from my face as she called out my name.
I told her it hurt, but I had no one else to blame.

When I was a little older, about seven or eight,
I was at the dinner table refusing to clear my plate.
My mom said to eat my food, I just pushed my plate away.
She told me to go to my room, that is where I had to stay.
I got mad and threw a fit, she wasn’t up for my games.
When I got grounded, I had no one else to blame. 

Add on a few more years, I just turned sixteen.
I thought the world was mine. I acted like a queen. 
My mom told me to shape up. I didn’t listen of course.
She told me don’t test her, if I didn’t want her rules enforced.
I laughed it off, figuring it was false claims,
But when I didn’t get a car, I had no one else to blame.

When I got to college, I was newly eighteen.
It was a whole new world, so many things to do and be seen.
My mom told me to be safe, reminded me to make good decisions.
I soon got in too deep. College wasn’t what I envisioned. 
She told me to stay focused I told her to stop being lame.
When I failed my first class, I had no one else to blame.

Senior year was almost over and I was finally twenty-one.
Something was telling me the fun had only begun.
My mom told me to think, so I dabbled in drugs.
My only concern became how many beers I could chug.
She said she was concerned, that I wasn’t the same. 
When I lost my way, I had no one else to blame. 

At twenty two, I fell in with the wrong crowd.
We did what we wanted, we were obnoxious and loud.
My mom said she loved me. I just pushed her away.
She fought hard to reach out, I fought harder to stray.
One night something happened. I was overcome with shame.
He forced himself in me, but I had no one else to blame.

Looking back on my life, on all the choices I had made,
as his assault continued, my poor choices replayed. 
The words my mom had said were ringing in my ears.
I closed my eyes tight and fought back the tears.
When it was all over, responsibility I had to claim.
After everything I had done, who else could I blame?

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You Were Never Even Mine

My heart sank today when I heard the news.
Thanks for starting my summer, with the love sick blues. 
I cannot believe you’re leaving, going even further away.
As much as I fight it, I know you cannot stay. 
We have never been, quite on the same page,
acting in the same show, but always on a different stage. 
As sad as this makes me, I know it’s for the best.
I know you will be successful, starting your new quest.
I am glad we had a chance, to catch up and talk.
You moving on with your life, shouldn’t be a shock.
You know that you will always, have a fan in me.
Who knows what can happen, I can wait and see.
As for right now, I wish you all the best,
I wish you safe travels on your journey out west.
As for me here by myself, I promise I will be fine.
As long as I remember, you were never even mine.