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Best Poems Written by Isabelle Guzman

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The Hanging Tree

I found my tree long ago.
It didn't matter who touched it first,
Because I truly felt the tree.
I felt its life,I felt its age.
I felt its sorrows,I felt its pain
It could not speak,but I heard its voice.
It was deep,and thundering,the result of rain and sun
Over a hundred years.
I left my tree,with a thousand memories.
As years past,I grew old,like the tree I found long ago.
I returned to my tree,to finish a task never forgotten.
As I placed my hand where I had placed it long before.
I felt its life,I felt its pain.
It mirrored my own
This time I understood its message.
I sat beneath its canopy,
Weaving a rope.
Weaving a rope made out of my failures,
My lost hopes,my forgotten dreams.
I stepped out,seeing the moon,hearing the stars, realizing I was alone.
A chill ran down my spine,a tear down my face.
I turn around,
And look at my tree,
My nowhere tree.
I see that it weathered the test of time,
Not without harm.
I could see broken branches,withered roots.
I could see the marks that man had left on its surface,cutting it to fit his needs
But still,the tree held strong.
Held firm by its deep roots,supple even in strong winds.
I step back under the canopy of a million leaves,each one special.
I wrapped my arms around my tree,smelling its fresh scent.
I realized that it was free,even when cursed with immovability
Its roots stretched down to hell
Its branches up to heaven.
It was persistent,with roots of knives.
Stone crumbles beneath its never ending advancement.
Its leaves block the sun,soaking up all of its light.
On the ground was a lifetime of leaves
Deep and soft.
I lay down to sleep,knowing I was protected.

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My Mother

The conversations we have are fun,funny and sad.
I wish they could last forever,but they end like all things.
Our relationship was not broken by time,and will never be broken by distance 
If a million miles separated us,I would never forget you.
If a million years pass,we will live in our memories.
If you could not speak, it would not matter.
I can read you like a book,your words are simple,and sweet.
If I could not move,you could read my heart through my eyes.
A mothers love is fierce,her anger deadly.
She was a life line before I was born,when it was cut,a new one was formed,
One that would never be cut,never be broken. 
It was a thread,you held onto it,careful to not break it, for 14 years it was close to your heart,on your mind all the time 
When you heard my voice,that thread became a cable,thick and strong built from decades of separation,an anchor for me,
Holding me to life,
You are the Surgeon who stitched me back together,mending broken pieces,filling in the spaces where life had faded and was lost,
The cable is the stitches that hold me together,the glue that holds peace.
When I sleep,the stitches come apart,and I awake in agony,
When I open my eyes you are there, your smile a band-aid for the bleeding, your presence morphine for the pain
I fall back asleep,content that you are close.

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The Storm,My Soul

I stand out in the rain because its free 
I stand there to mask the pain.
I stand there remembering storms past.
As lightning flashes above my head,
Inside I remember I am dead...
But in that moment I am alive,
Reliving memories once forgotten.
I stand there,as rain wets my face,washing away the tears in my eyes.
Each raindrop is a moment of pain,each flash a moment of happiness.
The clouds are like the fog in my brain,the wind like the words of others rushing in my ears,noticed,but not comprehended.
My hands grow cold,like my heart long ago.
I start to shake,like the ground beneath my feet,
Cold,as I have no warmth.
The rain falls harder,the lightning brighter,all a mirror of myself.

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The Apple of My Eye

We met in the most unlikely of places
I had no idea of the seed that had been planted.
You said your name,I was Forced to ask Twice 
We lost touch shortly after 
I never forgot your exquisite looks
Your ability to lighten up my day with your smile
Your personality is a gravitational wave, pulling me in.
But this love is falling fast
Because we are incompatible
Our lives, our personalities, our very existence is impossible to mesh together.
My love will stay far away, and I hope with my kind words,I will have planted the seeds for place In the distant future,
Where our lives overlap once more, and our personalities are more in tune.
Until then, I will smile when I think of you, and I will always be there for you, even when everything crashes.
I love you as the girl who looks from afar,as the girl you never knew.

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Goodbye,My Mother

I will never see you the same way
I will not hug you like I had before
I loved you,but that trust was broken, shattered into a thousand pieces,the shards reflecting a broken relationship, impossible to piece back together
I will remember the songs we sang,I will remember the smile that shone each day
But we will never speak,never see each other again.
The words we spoke were harsh,opening old wounds,ripping new ones in their wake
One day I will leave, traveling thousands of miles,but that is nothing compared to the distance that separates our hearts
I will love you,as I always have,but when a heart is broken by the person who pieced it back together,it will never be the same.
The land-line that was my only connection to you was severed,but that that was the only connection you had to me.
The darkness from a sun that once shone brightly,engulfs everything that I once was,who I once was.
Tears fall down my face as I spiral down a dark abyss.

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A Mothers Goodbye

I stepped outside,
I saw you sitting there,
Small and frail,
But still you smiled.
As your body turned against you,
It was I that cried.
I sat next to you,
Tears in my eyes,
The only tears anyone saw.
A million times I hated you,
For the lessons you thought me,
Preparing me for a life of hardship,
Hardening my skin,
Deepening my soul
You were the only one who held the key past the shell,
The one who let me breathe 
I asked how you stayed happy,
How you stayed strong,
You replied in the softest of voices,
Why not me?
Why not me?
I sat and wept,
Next to the only person who loved me.
The last words you said to me,
And my parting words to you,
The words in you gave me the keys to myself,
The 3 words that I repeat each night before I sleep,
Hoping that they will leave this earth and travel to you,
A million miles away,
I Love You.

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The Ocean In My Mind

The roar of the waves calms me,
It's rhythmic pounding reminding me that life is nothing more than a tide.
Emotions come and go,
The people I meet,
They things they do,
Here one moment, gone the next,
Only to be repeated again and again.
The pebbles that surround me are as numerous as the memories in my mind.
Each broken off by force, polished smooth with time 
The roughness in my heart is soothed by this, knowing that one day, beaten by storms, Polished by waves, I will be complete.
The water stretches as far as I can see, as vast as the ocean that fills my soul
I do not see the far shore, but I know that it is there, with these same waves pounding endlessly.
The wind blows through me, over the water, creating waves, that form into a tsunami, cleansing my mind of the wreckage of my life.
I change, like the ocean,
I will survive the ages.
As I walk away, the waves fade, but the tide remains deep in my mind.

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Falling Apart

I feel a sadness so deep it burrows down to the core of who I am
A sadness cold, a sadness old 
Built up over years of denial,
A impenetrable wall
It has been weakend by the realization of my mistakes
Crumbling beneath it's own weight, pushed by the flood of regret it once held back.
The moon looks on as everything falls apart
Releasing a wave that destroys everything in it's path
Broken from the inside
Invisible to others
As my heart beats slow
Deep inside I know 
That this is a flood of my own making
I suffer the chaos
And I know I must rebuild the foundation of who I am
After the collapse of my dream
I lay down the cornerstone of my life. 
I know that it will stand the test of time.