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Rachel Bernotaitis Poem
I can't wait to unwrap it
The tasty nuggets
The smell, I gotta have it
The greasy hot fries
Box bursting with joy
Oh my gosh
Toy!
April 29th (re-entry)
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Silly, small, smiling sweet
How did I get so fortunate to meet
This man, this boy, cute and fun
I couldn’t have found a better one
Happy, smart, following through
How could this feeling ever be true
He talks, he walks, says everything right
Could it be, I’ve lost the fight
Weird, needy, spoiled and sick
How could he like this ugly chick
Never moody, always good
Retreat? Yes, I think I should
Neurotic, selfish, evil and strange
How could he change my awful ways
Valiant, strong, simple and wise
I believe he could when I look into his eyes
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The princess Cherry Blossom
In her tower high
Never feeling anything
Till her prince arrived
He whispers the words
Sakura
Bloom!
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Longingly, he waits
Memories flood his eager mind
Anger fills his blackened chest
He waits for her call
Roots stretched from Hell
His tree stands sentinel
Twisted and plump
They wait for her call
Hooves razor-sharp
Red eyes blazing among the blackest fur
His horse counts the seconds, the minutes
It counts until she calls
Finally
They feel it, lurching for freedom
Emerging now from the depths
He’s ready for the hunt
He seeks the head
He stops the heart and suddenly
He has returned
He waits for her call
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Rachel Bernotaitis Poem
The reason I'm living
The reason I'm dying
The reason I'm happy
The reason I'm lying
I'm alive to nurture
I'm alive to give
I'm alive to comfort
I'm alive just to live
I'm dying from sadness
I'm dying from sores
I'm dying from illness
I'm dying for more
I'm happy to rise
I'm happy to fall
I'm happy when he is
I'm not happy at all
I'm lying to protect
I'm lying on a whim
I'm lying to forget
I'm lying just for him
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The sun is out; the sky is gleaming with a new day
Vibrant colors fill my eyes and urge me to flee
New tears join the colors and blur my vision
A pale face peers out the open window
A deep purple mark decorates the pale face
Nobody will notice, nobody ever does
Cast aside and forgotten in the background
Only the haunting shadow in the corner with me
There is no comfort in an empty closet
Though I find myself here almost every day
Small spaces, tight places to crawl into
There is no light here, there is no judgment
Imagine what the other kids are doing
Maybe they are outside in this weather, laughing
What is laughter anymore, but a reminder of what could have been
If I had been born somewhere else, or not at all
My own voice echoes to itself in my fragile mind
I am weak, I am alone, I am not loved
It tells me I do not matter, nobody will care
It drives me to the edge, pushes me off, I fall alone
Alone forever
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