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Sierra Arnold Poem
Agony
Blood
Unrealistic pain
Sheer terror
Emotional scars that never heal
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2010
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Sierra Arnold Poem
I am so hungry
I could eat an entire horse.
Or, I'll just eat you!
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2012
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Sierra Arnold Poem
Snow falls around us
as we hug for the last time
Niether of us let go
Our first Christmas apart
since you met my parents
I feel as if holding on forever
could possibly prevent the end
As I look into your eyes
You brush a tear from my cheek
"I'll always love you," you say to me
As we kiss for the final time
I remember all the time spent talking when we met
Knowing you was enough back then
I never thought I would lose you
We finally let go
You brush back my hair and said not to cry
As you walked to your mom's car
it felt as if I died inside
You climbed in and closed the door
and we waved our final goodbye
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2010
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She's black with white spots.
She curls up on my chest when I lay down.
Mews and stretches
just to curl up again.
I love her so much...
She gives me a new sense of joy.
A new reason to continue.
My baby....
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2013
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Sierra Arnold Poem
Children of divorce.
One. Two. Three.
Older brother, younger sister, and me.
We live in different states.
Us in Mississippi,
her in Tennessee.
I don't see her much.
Three times in the last year.
She's growing up and I don't know her.
Exactly what I feared.
We had to choose sides,
Older brother, younger sister and me.
She chose our father.
We chose our mother.
When the line was drawn,
there was no going back.
Suddenly every conversation
became an attack.
My sister and my dad were the enemies.
I miss my baby sister so much.
The sweet little girl I'd protect with my life.
The one who bandaged my hand
when I slipped with a knife.
But now we're just two different teams,
who happen to share genes...
We're children of divorce.
One. Two. Three.
Older brother, younger sister, and me.
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2013
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Why don't you love me?!
Why can't you treat me like a person?!
Why can't you give me the respect you expect?!
Why can't you let me finish what I'm saying?
Why do you have to be such a hypocrite?
Why do you have to make such a big deal over everything?
Why do you have to be so cynical?
Why can't you respect me feelings?
Why do you have to say things just to hurt me?
WHY ARE YOU SO CRUEL AND HEARTLESS?!?!
Why don't you care about me?
Why don't you love me?
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2014
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Sierra Arnold Poem
The little things about you
make up the man I love.
I love the smallest things about you
that make you who you are.
The way your nose crinkles a little bit
every time you smile.
The way you seem confused
when you first wake up.
The way your breath catches
every time you say "I love you."
The way you break out into a grin
every time our eyes meet.
The little gold specks
in your beautiful eyes.
The little freckles
all over your back.
The goofy, playful laugh of yours
even when I'm not that funny.
The way you get so protective
when you think that something's wrong.
The way you get frustrated
when other guys flirt with me.
But of all the things I love about you,
the thing I love the most is
how you always know just what to say
to make my day a little brighter.
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2012
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Sierra Arnold Poem
Drunk
Whore
Bully
Child
Mooch
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2012
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I hate everything
I hate everyone
I hate my existance
I hate myself
I hate my family
I hate my classmates
I hate my teachers
I hate sleeping
I hate being awake
I hate everything
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2011
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You stare into my eyes
and swear she's lying.
I want to believe you.
I'm really trying.
But it's happened before.
Why should I believe any more?
You mess around,
then promise never again.
Well the lies have to end.
The stress is killing me.
I can't take any more.
So I grab my things
and walk out the door.
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2011
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