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Best Poems Written by Holly Laudenslager

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A Grim Fairy Tale

I was born a girl
whose parent’s died.
Then given to others
whose social status was high.
Papa, the king, but died in war.
Mama, the queen, who didn’t marry more.
An eternal scowl upon her face
as she kept her daily pace.
Hair pinned high upon her head.
“Do this!” “Do that!” She constantly said
and when I’d do one thing wrong
she’d scold me, yelling “Cinderella!”, for hours long.
And once she was done with what she said
I’d get back to work again.
But one day I got fed up.
Ran up my tower and closed the door up.
My window, the only way out
but Mama barged in, stopping in mid-shout.
But I just turned back and smiled
and then I fell a thousand miles.
And I lay among the trees
my spirit, at last, forever free.

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What I Am

I am still alone.
They really don’t know anything.
They say that they understand.
That it’s wonderful.
but then they pass on by
and don’t say a word.
They don’t include me
and if they do
they treat me like I’m not there.
Maybe it’s just me.
Maybe it’s just my paranoia
that was drilled into my mind since I was born.
Or my closed-up-self
that causes this problem
but I will never know.
For I cannot see my own mind
and how I work.
I can’t even tell
what I am anymore.
People say that I’m a homo sapien.
A human like everyone else.
But I know that I’m really a monstrum
despite what they say.
A monster.
What children fear that’s under their bed at night.
What myths of lore tell bring nightmares, disease, and death.
Outcasted and banished.
Shunned and cursed.
Hunted and burned.
Didn’t they ever think
that we couldn’t enter holy ground
because we were afraid?
Because we thought that we wouldn’t be accepted?
I always feel that way, especially around others
making everywhere holy ground.
Mommy and Daddy didn't want me.
They knew I was a monster.
So they gave me away
to Mom and Dad
who locked me up to contain the beast
but only ended up unleashing it
in more fury than ever
and ended up
having me hate myself
for who I am
a monster.
thinking I’m a burden,
which I am,
and outcasted,
which I am.
So just leave me alone
so I can suffer in the silence
and in the shadows
until they swallow me up
and drown me for infinity.

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The Dream

Falling, falling, falling
through the pitch black air.
My hand reaching out
for something that isn’t even there.
Now running, running, running
from the dark that seems to take
everything I love but leave everything I hate.
And slowly, slowly, slowly
I slowly start to die
because, to be honest, I have nothing left inside.
As I fall on my knees
the hollow ‘thud’ fills the air
But everyone around
Just stands there and stares
At the grand execution
of the outcast they call “The Witch”
As the hooded man
comes towards me with a switch
With the old, familiar sting
a tear surfaces in my eye
and as it slowly does continue
I slowly start to cry.
Then the figure pulls out his sword
and as, towards my head, he brings it down
I find myself crying
with His arms wrapped around
my violently quaking body
and then I silently did cry
“Why? What’s the point of it all? Oh, why?”
but then, very calmly, He does start to say
“Hey. Just look here. It’s gonna be okay.
You’ll never be alone as long as I’m right here.”
And then ‘it’ happened
The only thing I fear
I found myself alone, kneeling, clutching where he was
And I quickly grabbed the swinging sword
My eyes were closed because
I wanted them to feel
the pain that burned inside.
My head lifted up
to the unforgiving sky
and before the people could react
one of them screamed and then did shatter
and inside my brain
nothing really mattered.
The world around me broke
like the ballet mirrors
that I used to dance in front of
when I was young and had no fear.
Then I found myself
laying in my bed, alone
and inside I knew
that the fault was my own.

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Clone

My clone, all day it follows me.
The person that I want to be.
It always says that it is me
But never really is.

My clone, it knows another way 
to see the world I’m in today.
But it is different in one way,
it has nothing within.

My clone, it wants to find out now
who is the better one somehow.
It acts and talks just like me now
but still is just a version.

My clone is gone forever now.
no more life left inside now
because I fought it and just now
I slowly watched it die.

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Angel

You found me
bleeding, broken, and alone
and told me I was okay.
Wrapped me in your warmth
protected me with your wings
and healed my wounds
the demon had given me before he had left me there
The demon who had taken everything
But you gave me your love
and my heart slowly turned back
from stone and ice to compassion and warmth
You showed me how to live again
and all the desolated roads and forgotten stories all disappeared and all the scars my sorrows left seemed to blend into my skin.
Even the memories faded like the darkness at the break of dawn
You caught me as I fell into the abyss and saved me from myself
From the dark nightmares, from the shadows, from myself
And gave me something to live for
You’re my angel, my saving grace
And as long as I am by your side I will never let go.

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The Dark Forest

Running through the dark forest that never seems to end
The crows caw
Their jeers echo through the air
The sharp branches of the trees
They dig into my skin
The pain, though excruciating, calms me
It tells me I’m still here
The forest seems so unreal that the pain helps
But the pain also gives me sadness
Sadness that cannot go away
Sadness that scars me inside
I want to leave the forest
But leaving will cause more pain
More pain than the forest could ever give
But then there is no more forest
No more running
No more crows
No more darkness
But I can’t leave
Not yet.

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The Rose

The red falls against the snow
it’s color like the red of a rose
I smile
I have created a rose in the winter.
Soon the red has melted the ice,
collecting in a pool below my wrist.
A flower blooming from the skin.
Petals falling from the bud
and warming my ever so cold touch.
It’s thorns still pierce me
but the beauty takes away all feeling.
The ever growing flower,
it takes away my taste,
then my hearing,
then my touch,
then my body goes numb.
Then it takes my sight
and replaces it all with a blanket of white.

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Time and Time Again

The time passes slowly like sand falling through an hourglass
The clock counting down in my head
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
The countdown never ending
The relentless hands still pass
Passing the memories along with them
For some strange reason I cannot forget
All the times I was alone
All the pain that I felt

Why can’t I forget?
My memory reminds me of the pain
That comes back again with every ticking second
So I mark my skin with all my sins
Like all the passing hours

I shouldn’t feel like this
The jeers should be normal to me now
But I can’t find myself
Lost in the turning gears and shadows that grow with every move
Tick
Tick
Tick
I start to lose myself again
In the void that surround me
the forest is getting darker
and the tug of the rose is just too much.
The dreams grow stronger
and I find myself falling again.
Lost and alone again.
Part of the darkness again

And somehow I know I won’t be able to escape.

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Prince

We would ride on steeds of metal
down the dirt trails
towards the farm
where we would feed the horses
play with the chickens
and run after deer with a golf ball.
We’d bike all around
and sprint away from the big pit bull
that the little girl set off after us.
And then we’d find ourselves in the field
Alone
You on top of me
Hands lingering
touching everywhere
causing my skin to tingle in delight.
Lips pressed against each other’s
Then your’s move to my neck
we lay there
in the grass
breaths intertwined.
Movies at night
laying on the couch.
Adventures to the mall
eating Cinnabon and trying on hats.
Then me laying on your lap
your touch warm against my ever cold skin.
Those were the days of light.

But then the darkness came.