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Best Poems Written by Brea Pond

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Inside

I’ve spent many nights lying in the dark
This time is a period of self reflection
A journey that I’m all too terrified to embark
I’m naked on the examination table, performing my own dissection

My insides are poisoned with abhorrence and self doubt
I cannot see the good in myself
I know this can’t be how you hoped I’d turn out
My spot for accomplishments and good deeds is but an empty shelf

I can put my all into becoming someone better
I start to be happy and enjoy the finer things
Then I wake up in a sweat and look down to see the fetter
It seems as though I never severed the strings

This cycle of mine is a never ending tale
I open myself up and hope to be contented
Then I let the sorrow creep in and make my efforts derail
I have cursed myself to be forever tormented

Despite my reoccurring lachrymose state
I will always keep pushing forward
I will not allow this suffering to be my fate
I will fill my dreams with hope as I sleep peacefully in my bed

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Alone

Open your eyes and embrace the darkness around you
You are alone but this feeling is brand new

This is not a feeling of isolation and despair 
This is not a feeling that you need to beware

You are once again becoming whole 
You are regaining life and repairing your soul

There will be no more self loathing and insecurity
You will be born again and your heart bathed in purity

You are not a worthless being 
Relinquish your fears and grab the time that is fleeing

Give all that you have to offer and don't hold back anything 
Be someone full of life that isn't afraid to swing

Reach for the moon and all of your dreams
Explore all of the lows and all of the extremes

You are worth so much more than you give credit for
You are worthy for someone to cherish and adore

Be all of you and never sell yourself short
Offer yourself your time, love and, support

Yes, you are alone
but step back and look how much you've grown

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

I’m longing for a place that I belong
This need for comfort is constant and strong

They say that home is where the heart is and that’s where I want to be
With all the falling leaves beneath the apple tree

I want to roll around in the leaf piles and breathe in the fall air
This place that I am stuck in could never quite compare

I need to be where I am loved to the moon and back
I miss going home to an “I love you” and an afternoon snack

I try to find the feeling that I so long for
I have never felt this type of yearning down my core

Please just give me some chilly sweater weather days
I’ll run and run trying to find a way to satiate this phase

This time of year I can never feel whole
I am broken and up north eternally has a piece of my soul

I know where I must go but until then I’ll have to comply
I’ll bury my aching and wait for the day I can kiss this place goodbye

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An Extraordinary Day

Let's go on an adventure one that's full of life 
Let's run away from our problems, all the sadness and the strife 
 
I'll meet you at the edge of town with nothing but my wonder 
We'll venture through the open field; dance in the rain and scream with the thunder 
 
We'll brave the intoxicating forest, so full of the unknown  
The tone is that of peace and solitude yet, we don't feel alone 
 
Next, we'll make our way to the sandy beach shore 
We'll laugh and play in the waves as if we've never had a care before 
 
We'll come across a quirky little town that's waiting to be explored 
We'll listen to tales from the old shopkeeper, who is cherished and adored 
 
Our spectacular day is coming to an end but we're filled with bliss 
This day is unforgettable and we'll look back fondly when we reminisce  
 
But wait, there's still one more place that we must go 
Let's retire to our cozy home and dream a beautiful tomorrow

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The Empty Generation

We fill ourselves up with artificial love
Inviting momentary lust in to fill the void
We trick ourselves into thinking this is what dreams are made of

We crawl into these alluring bed of lies
All the while losing our self respect in the process
We ignore the fact that this entity is our desperation cleverly in disguise

We feed into this superficial mentality
What we have to offer is solely a physical bond
We give in to the social norms while giving up our morality

We live by these standards and start to become hollow
Nothing we partake in seems to have any meaning
We choke back tears and our reality becomes hard to swallow  

Lift your head love you have so much more to impart
You are more than what you are given credit for
Please live life to the fullest and follow your heart

I promise you are brighter than the sunshine
You bring happiness and laughter to those around you
So open your heart to the idea and you will be just fine

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The Best Revenge

One door closes and another one opens at least that’s what they say
I should have slammed and locked the door the night you threw me away
But here I am, left with all this heartbreak and no chance to convey

Do you think about this all as much as I do?
Because all the good times are fading and the lies are breaking through
I need to know, what did I really mean to you?

I’m losing faith in my search for any sign of caring
The blatant signs of your lack of empathy are becoming overbearing
I keep stitching myself up but it’s hard to maintain at the rate I’m tearing

I’m afraid this will be something that I just can’t bury
I’ll be stuck with the crippling weight of a deception that I can’t carry
While you flutter around easily dismissing something that to you, was momentary 

I hope more than anything this poem will one day cross your path
I hope you finally realize that you’re not a victim, just a sociopath
And I pray to God you feel just as broken in the aftermath

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Everything Leads To This

Everything always leads back to this
Sitting on the floor searching for the words
But everything is empty
Empty thoughts, empty hopes, empty heart
Wondering how you got here
But there was no path
There was no trigger
Just sudden nothingness
You wonder how long this time
A couple hours, days, weeks, months?
And that's what makes it the worst
Not knowing when you'll feel again
And just when it becomes unbearable you wake up
And today you feel
You get out of bed and have breakfast
You have the energy to clean your room 
You reach out to people
Things are finally looking up
It's been weeks of feeling alive again
And for a moment you think maybe it's permanent 
And for a moment you feel weightless
But then it happens
You wake up feeling empty
All the relief and happiness is gone
And the dreadful realization sets in
That this will be your constant cycle
Because everything always leads back to this

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Defined

Disposable
Something that is easily replaced
Something with a shelf life
Something that holds no value

Person
Someone that has feelings
Someone that has worth
Someone that helped unconditionally

A person should never be considered disposable
A person should not ever have to question their worth
A person shouldn’t be used to being thrown away

Used just for a momentary gain
True relationships shouldn’t be conditional
Accept what they have to offer or walk away
Stay in their life if they’ve done no wrong
Don’t use them when it’s convenient for you

Didn’t you know I had feelings too?
Didn’t you gladly accept all that I had to offer?
Didn’t you know you were just going to walk away?

I’m stuck in an endless cycle
But I’m the one who keeps starting it
I could be the one to walk away buy I never do
I can’t and that gets taken advantage of

So, I’ll let you in on a little secret for the next time you dispose of me
Each time I’m tossed aside I lose a piece of my heart
The Black hole grows larger as I become more empty
I’m becoming a doll; used only when needed

I identify as disposable

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New Hope

Your compassion has opened up my heart
You are the moonlight shining on my trail
You are clarity when I fall apart
You do not mind that I am soft and frail
I listen to the passion in your voice
Your anecdotes are always full of soul
Your conviction helps me make the right choice
You give back certainty that darkness stole
I look forward to our time together
We will build an indestructible base
I know any downpour we will weather
You will be my darling; my happy place
For you will be my greatest endeavor
And I will always be your forever

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The Battle Within

There is a constant battle raging inside of me
One that the naked eye simply cannot see

One side dawns a halo while the other wears it’s horns
The rotten side is winning while the peaceful side mourns

I try my best to nurture what little good I possess
But the bad seems to leech itself, over-rule and oppress

I find myself wondering if I am going about this all wrong
Maybe instead of fighting I should help them sing their song

Perhaps if I give in and feed what I keep depraved
I will no longer feel tired, I will no longer feel enslaved 

There is a fine line to cross and I fear it is too late
What have I unleashed within just to satiate

So let me ask you this, what would you do?
Would you continue to fight the evil or let it break through