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Best Poems Written by Rachael Martin

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Nobody

“Who is it about?”
	You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your eyes, dark as midnight, calming to any heart or panicking mind. Midnight eyes, sparkling in the starlight. Capturing one’s vision and not letting go. You captured my vision, my mind, and my heart, and you don’t seem to want to let go. Your smile that lights up my whole world. Fireworks go off every time I see you smile. One thought burned through my brain: Why is it you? I have always gotten over it. You’re just different. Fear courses through my veins every time I see you. Fear that I will hear your voice. Fear that I won’t. I cannot tell which would be worse. Fear that you’ll see her. Fear that you won’t see me. Except that you never do. You’ve never truly seen me. You see her, you only care about her. I’ve never been more than a complement to her existence in your eyes. Go ahead and ask, “Who is it about?” Your answer will always be, with no hesitation… Nobody.

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I Wish You Knew Her

I wish you knew her 
When You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown was running
I wish you would’ve seen her that night
Beaming with pride
At her grandchild who had been cast in the role
Of Snoopy as a freshman.
I wish you knew her
When she’d dress all up in her Packers gear on a Sunday
Even when they were having a ty season
And were probably going to lose for the third week in a row.
I wish you knew her 
When she’d walk into church in the winter
Wearing the same black coat with the fluffy hood
Looking as extravagant as always.
I wish you knew her
When she embarrassed me at family dinner
After learning that I had sex ed for the first time
And screaming “Scrotum” across the house.
I wish you knew her 
When she’d sit with me for hours
Doing handwriting workbooks, unknowingly
Instating my love for writing from the start.
I wish you knew her
When she’d carry out those little Kool Aid bottles
With the child proof tops
Cheering that none of us had fallen off our bikes.
I wish you knew her
When she’d make her famous red cake
Waiting for the moment when my mom’s face lit up
Even though she expected the cake every year.
I wish you knew her
When she’d call my mom up on a Saturday morning
Decide we are going out to lunch
And then take us shopping.
I wish you knew her
At back to school clothes shopping
When she’d look at us in awe while we paraded around
Showing off the matching outfits she’d picked for us.
I wish you knew her
Before her cancer
Before she lost her energy
And before we lost her forever.
I wish you knew her
Before we got that call with her diagnosis
So that you could’ve been by my side
While I watched her slowly waste away.
I wish you knew her
And I wish she knew you
I know she would’ve loved you
Just as much as I do.
I wish you knew her
In her happy, energetic days
Before her cancer took over
And took her away.
I wish you knew her
And loved her like your own
So you could’ve seen her
For the hero I’ve always known.

I love you, Grandma.

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Forever And Always, For All Eternity

Infinite love
Has come to an end
The white dove?
Its neck has a bend

What was promised forever
Did not last
Continued for never
And came in last

Eight months
To be continued
Eight months
You promised no issue

You promised forever
You promised always
You promised to never
But you did anyways

I cannot be mad
I could not do that to you
But boy am I sad
To watch what we had undo

You broke me
My heart is in pieces
Yet you claim to love we
In all our scrambled places

I should hate you
I really should
But what I hate most
Is how I do not hate you at all

I swore to love you
Forever and always
And I will continue to do
Until you love anyways

You might find someone else
For that, I cannot blame you
But you promised it would be me
Until we both come to view

Heaven and hell
We have been there
We are both unwell
But we can still get there

We can last
I want us to
But the best
Is up to you

You make the decisions
And I just sit here
Accepting the incisions
You cut in my layers

The layers I have built
Surrounding my heart
My damaged hilt
That you promised not to hurt

You knew my past
You promised me
You would be my last

You said you loved me
Better than they did
You said you would be
By my side, no matter what

The love you claimed
What happened to that?
Was that all a lie?
Or is it disguised in a hat?

Do you know what you are doing?
Did it all disappear?
Or are you avoiding
“I love you, I swear”?

Tell me what to do
Tell me how to help
Tell me why you choose
Tell me where to lilt


You told my heart to jump
It asked, “How high?”
But all that is left is a stump
Of what used to be mine

You stole my heart
You are taking it with you
It will fall apart
Before you can make do

Your perfect girl is waiting
But your past girl is wanting
She is willing to change
She is willing to be claimed

I am her
I am she
I will do what is heard
As long as you remain to be

You may hate me
And I will try to be okay
But I cannot promise I will be
Happy.

Happiness is a strange construct
One meant to be taken down
But why did you have to bust
Mine and not your own?

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Invisible

Infinite world, my only escape.
Infinite world, the life I hate.
My hand is cramping as I write.
But I don’t care. I still fight.
The lead is scraping paper thin,
Slicing air with every spin.
Infinite world, my one place.
Infinite world, my only safe space.
My pencil was once unused,
Unmarked, clean, and unbruised.
My hand was once unsure,
Quiet, soft, and insecure.
Not that it truly speaks now—
What a silly thought, somehow.
But still, it knows things I feel.
Knows my mind is an Ikea deal.
A maze, chaotic and strange,
Loud, cluttered, full of change.
Some ideas are tied in lace,
Others scattered all over the place.
Imagination runs wild and free,
Ideas twist: “You love me, I see.”
Infinite world, my real disguise.
The place where truth always lies.
Infinite world, I feel its pull.
Infinite world, my heart feels full.

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Lost

In you, I lost. I lost a lot. Somehow, in you, I lost you. I lost my virtue, my dignity, my sense of self. I lost everything I ever knew. My feelings were absent. My heart melted into oblivion. My smile vanished. The lights went out on my world. Everything was dark and gray. It always felt as if there were a hue over my life. I lost myself in loving you. That pain dug deeper than a knife. I sit and watch. Watch as the lights slowly flicker out of my life. Watch as your light grows brighter as your eyes land on her. How could I be so stupid? Of course it’s her, it’s always been her. She’s tall, with a perfectly proportioned face. Plump, perfect lips. Gorgeous hazel eyes. She’s perfect. Not fat, like me. She’s all he’s ever wanted. I get to sit here and watch. Watch as he grows attached. Watch as she breaks him. Piece by piece, I watch her slowly tear him apart. All I can think is, “You belong with me!” But he loves her. Hands touch, eyes meet… the whole world fades away from him. For me, it’s him. For him, it’s not me. It’s her. It’s always her. In loving him, I lost everything. A friend, a love, warmth, and… Myself.

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To the Strongest Woman I've Ever Known

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
The brightest light in every 
Room, Church,
Hall and building
That she 
Ever entered.

To the strongest 
Woman I’ve ever known,
You never knew
How you lit up
A room, people’s lives
And their souls.

To the strongest 
Woman I’ve ever known,
You were strong till
Your final days,
Inspiring everyone whose
Paths crossed with your own.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I’m writing this
To you,
For you,
Even though you’re
Not here to read it.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I miss your black coat
I miss the fuzzy hood
I miss the nice dress,
With the matching nylons in tow.

To the strongest 
Woman I’ve ever known,
I’m trying every single day
To be strong just like 
You,
But I have no idea
How to do what
You did.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I miss your smile
I miss your voice
I miss your touch and
Your hugs.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I blamed God for
A while.
Blamed him for illness,
Hardship,
Heartbreak.

To the strongest 
Woman I’ve ever known,
I’m trying to grow
In faith and love
Because of you.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I wish you could have
Met my love
Known him
Loved him like your own
Grandson.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I hope you’re watching 
As I grow to love
That man
More and more
Everyday
Like you and grandpa did.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I wish I would have
Gotten to see how 
You and grandpa would
Dance the way mom says 
You did.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I hope you’re watching 
As Syd navigates
Senior year
Conquering the music world
One solo at a time.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
We think of you
Everyday,
And dad says
By doing that
You’ll never fade away.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I’ll bet you’re watching 
Evelyn as she grows up
In the blink of a human eye.

To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
I know you’re watching,
Prouder of all of us by the day,
But I wish you were still here
To laugh,
And sing,
And play cribbage…
I won’t ever let you fade away.

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The Release

We all know that feeling. The one that we don’t want to end. The one that’s so satisfying it’s intoxicating. It starts subtle. Sometimes, it involves thoughts. Thoughts you wouldn’t dare share with anyone. It grows through your entire body, screaming and scratching through every single nerve ending. It spreads slowly, burning down every narrow passage and every inch of your skin. Your entire body is on fire. You feel it growing and growing as you inch towards your finale. It bubbles up, boiling to the top until it overflows. It flows over the edge, violently and satisfyingly. It flows and flows, releasing every tension in your body. The release is the greatest feeling, toxic, infuriating, invigorating, and all so inviting, making you want to feel this feeling all over again… The Release.

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Infinite World

Infinite world, my only escape.
Infinite world, the life I hate.
My hand is cramping as I write.
But I don’t care. I still fight.
The lead is scraping paper thin,
Slicing air with every spin.
Infinite world, my one place.
Infinite world, my only safe space.
My pencil was once unused,
Unmarked, clean, and unbruised.
My hand was once unsure,
Quiet, soft, and insecure.
Not that it truly speaks now—
What a silly thought, somehow.
But still, it knows things I feel.
Knows my mind is an Ikea deal.
A maze, chaotic and strange,
Loud, cluttered, full of change.
Some ideas are tied in lace,
Others scattered all over the place.
Imagination runs wild and free,
Ideas twist: “You love me, I see.”
Infinite world, my real disguise.
The place where truth always lies.
Infinite world, I feel its pull.
Infinite world, my heart feels full.

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Love Always

My love
Has been used
My love
Has been abused

I’ve tried
For so long
But I was tired
I just wanted to belong

Then he came
A beautiful angel
Although the heaven bane
A handsome bangle

Love is a strong word
It takes a lot to mean
People in this world
Don’t seem to teem

They know what it means
They know it can be good
But they don’t know how to be
Without a mask or a hood

Love is important
Overly so
Going to be
And less of a tint
Not less to do 
Keeping the glow

There’s too much to say
In too little time
There’s too little day
To show all the light

Our pasts hurt us so
And we’re trying to get passed
I understand there’s much to do
In this time, we can test

We’re learning
And changing
We’re growing
And we’re loving

My name is Rachael
And I love anyways
This is my promise
To Love You Always

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Halloween

It’s Christmas
But it feels like Halloween
What’s found and what’s lost
And what’s in between

It’s Christmas
But it feels like Halloween
“A love lost?!
But you’re only eighteen!”

It’s Christmas
But it feels like Halloween
I’m not allowed to feel loss
Because I am a teen…

It’s Christmas 
But it feels like Halloween
I’m wearing a mask
So not to be seen

It’s Christmas
But it feels like Halloween
The weight of the cost
Is making me weak

It’s Christmas
But it feels like Halloween
What’s found and what’s lost
I guess I’m in between…