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Best Poems Written by Stella Macqueen

Below are the all-time best Stella Macqueen poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Sunlight

i want to bask in the sunlight,
let it soak in my hair, my cheeks, my lips,
turning my eyes a lighter shade of green.
the young warm wind whispering, 
“stay here”, 
 
but yet i sit here in the dark,
holding the curtains close with my fists. 
forcing myself in this darkness,
because who am i to deserve the sun 
when i am made shadowless.

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Its True, Im In Love With You

you know it's true.
how couldn’t you notice?
from the way i looked at you.
tried so hard to make my eyes sing to you,
to reach from my chair across the room,
and shake your shoulders saying,
can't you see i'm in love with you?

but it’s him, isn't it.
he took my face and replaced it with something new.
he took what wasn't mine and threw it up to the moon,
farther, farther, farther 
until getting it back
means losing myself too.

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Nobody

do you smell it?
the smoke.
don't choke - swallow me whole. 
fogging up your eyelids.
blink, blink, close your eyes.
don't let me in.

am i nobody to you?
or am i everybody.
do you see me in all the faces,
every place you go.
do you hear me in the voices,
telling you to 
let.
me.
go.

am i nobody or is anyone anybody?

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Butterflies

i may be over you, 
completely out of love,
drained of the infatuation.
but i still get butterflies when i see you.
when you walk in the room.
when you smile. 
they come alive, eating at my heart.
telling me to try and relight the candle,
that once used to burn and now sits in ashes.

what do i do now that your candle burned out too?

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Your Walls Know About Me

your walls know about me.
don't they?
they know my name, my face, 
the whispers, spoken softly.
they know the grown-out words,
that you tattooed into my soul.

they observe the wrecked dynamite.
the earth shattering, smile bending love,
that you exude.
that seeps out of your skin onto the bed i sleep in.
soaking me in tears i didn't cry myself.

so hide me, drown me in your ink filled fingers.
glide them thinner, thinner, thinner on those walls.
until i'm invisible to all four.

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For I Am Not the Wind

do you feel it?
on the tips of your ears.
the back of your neck
the ends of your heels.
for i am not the wind,
but a mere hoax.
i'm the voice in your head.
familiar, but just born.
the ache in your heart,
when they don't look at you right.
the dark that's missing the light. 
the whispers in the corridor,
who is singing to you, for i'm not sure.

the constant companion who is there,
until you know her name.