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Best Poems Written by Soleil Mitchell

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Piece Of Paper

I’m like a piece of crumpled paper
I’ve been used, written all over
The words of a poet are all over me
I thought that I’d be the one

Sadly, I was wrong
As if something like me could ever be good enough 
Maybe if I was a different kind of paper
But instead

I’m a piece of crumpled lined paper
I’ve been ignored most of my life
It’s alright though
It only bothers me 7 days a week and 24 hours a day

I wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t who I was
Would I be hung up with the others for people to view?
Would I be used to keep secrets no one will ever know?
But instead

I’m a useless piece of crumpled lined paper
I’ve been picked up by a person
Maybe they want me?
They are taking me somewhere 

I’m so happy and excited 
Maybe I could be hung up for people to see
Maybe I could be used to keep secrets no one will ever see
I can’t wait for my life to change

Wait, they are taking me towards the trash can
No! I don’t want to go!
Please don’t leave me here all alone
They didn’t listen

I’ve been tossed into the trash
I realized that life isn’t for everyone
I lay inside the trash full of tears
Life couldn’t get any worse

I am now just a sad useless piece of crumpled lined paper.

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Sadness And Depression

I ask myself this question a lot
“Why haven’t I killed myself yet?”
I have one reason
And one reason only

My baby brother
Suffering from depression takes a toll
It will also eat away at your soul
I don’t know what to do

I love him so much
I want to see him grow
So I put on this big show
Never letting anyone see through me

I don’t want help
I just want to end it all
All my sadness and depression
My own way

He’s only 4
He has a bright future and so much more
But what am I?
“Why haven’t I killed myself yet?”

I’m continuing to suffer
All for him
Everything I do
Is for him

I don’t want him to be broken even though he wouldn’t understand
I’m stuck here in this cursed land
Continuously growing my obsession with guns
But like I said

It’s all for him
Without him
There’s no me
I’ll continue my journey and hope to see some good come out of this.

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Her Black Boots

Her black boots
So clean
So furry
They walk along the pathway to her new life

The longer she walks
The bigger the holes
The longer she walks
The more the snow tries to slow her down

But no snow, nor hole could slow down her life
She continues to walk
Along that pathway
For a better life

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Forget-Me-Not Dreams

Like a cold winter night
I hear thy call my name
Little whispers
“Come play a little game”

The path arises and the pace quickens
The faster I run, the harder it is to see
The tiny white light at the end of the path
I need that forget-me-not

I grew closer and reach out
I stop running
Paralyzed in place
I can no longer quicken my pace

That forget-me-not is within arms reach
Fingers flutter and roam
They aren’t mine
Death is approaching

I gasp as I realized it was all a dream
I hop out of bed
And take a walk in the garden
Holding onto that forget-me-not

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This Poem Totally Makes Sense

Elephants can stomp
Birds can sing
Fish can swim
The seasons bring

Spring
Summer
Winter
And Fall

Working
Sleeping
Eating and all
This poem doesn’t make sense

But neither does life
I give up.

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The Flowers Will Grow

As flowers grow
My heart dies
On my grave
It says “Here Lies”

I’m leaving slow
But going fast
The memories of me
Please let them last

It’s time to go
Go away
But in your heart
Will I stay?

Since I’m gone
Gone forever
Flowers have grown
But my heart has died

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Make it stop

Like an endless death 
Every day I feel as if I’m deteriorating 
I can feel my soul degrading 
Make it stop

I’m getting mad
It hurts too much
Like 1000 paper cuts and such
Make it stop

The mask that has to go up
In order to get through the day
I want it all to go away
Make it stop

The pain of opening my eyes
My patience is growing thin
The lack of emotion is growing in
Make it stop.

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My Emotions

Like subtle washes in the waves
Like flowing through the wind
I ask if I am good enough to do so
Despair and misfortune everywhere I go

One touch is like rock
I can’t feel anything
The sight of it sends you running
Not in the way that I’d say is stunning

The graceful moves I display are hidden from the world
One I could never release
For if it were ever seen
Despair and misfortune would follow

I ask myself one last time before I stop
“Was I ever more than just a prop?”
I quickly stop moving my feet
But never my heart

I’m far away now
Till death due us part
The red flows
And the smell grows

I am now like the washes in the waves
I am now flowing in the wind
I am now a symbol of those
Whose emotions have chosen to arose

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The Voices In Her Head

The voices in her head
The voices in her head
Here she lies
Trapped in this place

Till she dies
She is trapped in a deep and dark abyss
This isn’t a fairy tale, she can’t be awakened by true love's kiss
Someone has trapped her there

They went so low
Not a single voice out there that would say “hello”?
Or maybe it’s just her.
Everything she’s thinking right now is just a blur

But the voices in her head
The voices in her head
Wishing and hoping she’d be dead
Seeing her future slip from her hands

Sent shivers down her spine
I think this is the difference between your mind.
And mine.
But the voices in her head

The voices in her head
The voices in her head lead to dread
Then bloodshed that is red all because of 
The voices in her head

It’s slowly killing her.
It eats away at her until she is empty from the inside out
She wanted things to be different without a doubt
But.

The voices in her head
The voices in her head
She’s committed the crime
Never truly knowing

What she was worth.

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The Door

Creepily walking
The feeling of the soft carpet
Moving swiftly and silently
The door continues to knock

The sweet smell of nectar infiltrates my nose
 I wonder what's behind the door
I grab and turn the knob to the right
I cautiously open the door

A gust of wind blows 
Pushing my hair out of my face
I stare as my face grows blank
Death is at my door

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