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Heather Fleming Poem
I borrowed your favorite pencil
and broke it right in half
I'm sure you really needed it
yet now its in the trash
I know I should have asked you
it just didn't cross my mind
forgive me please for I was angry
and the snap of the wood sounded pleasant
and made me feel like smiling
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Heather Fleming Poem
Standing in the door
clothing falls to the floor
As layer upon layer peeled
I am revealed
Scars and imperfections
a map without directions
My fingers begin to explore
touching and tracing every pore
Suddenly I am filled with disgust
knowing I will never again trust
No mortal man could ever see
how different God has made me
As I hurry to re-dress
the horrible thoughts progress
I become angry, even livid
the warmth is running through me ever so vivid
Insecurities continue to race through me
and with each new one I tend to agree
"Beauty is only skin deep"
the phrase is indeed cheap
Although beauty comes from within
everyone yet looks to the physical skin.
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Heather Fleming Poem
You, my friend, are milky white
You are the best rapper there ever will be, despite
You are a musician from Mammoth Inc.
And the music is funnier when you drink
You consider yourself "The Good Reverend"
However, never shall you be a Godsend
You are nevertheless extremely old
And with the ladies you aren't quite bold
My advice would be: stay away from cops
And likewise tobacco shops
Yet, My friend, You are the best
And I would have to say, I am truly blessed
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Heather Fleming Poem
You come down so heavy on me
It makes it so hard to even see
You tickle my nose, and wet my clothes
and leave me with no place to go!
The sweet way you taste..
is it neccessary to wet my face?
You make me laugh and smile..
I think I'll stand here awhile.
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Heather Fleming Poem
I don't understand
the way guys are
That they don't care about anything
except their precious car
Girls are possessions
and can be treated like toys
They're not yet men
still only boys
So i'm guessing..
I'll never understand the way guys are!
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Heather Fleming Poem
All I ever wanted is for you to stay
Now since I showed you
what my love has to convey, all I feel is heavy dismay
You ripped the life out of me
and left me to pick up the scattered debris
I know that you will never see
how my heart bleeds
But of course, you never realized my needs
now I leave you with one plea
How could you do this to me?
I felt so attached to you,
you sent a shock through me from every move
Now there's nothing left to do
and I hope one day to start my heart anew
Just know that my feelings
were never untrue
so without furter adew all I want to say is
Thank you.
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Heather Fleming Poem
Why do I feel the way I do
when you have ripped me right in two
You don't seem to care how I feel
and yet, I love you still
The way your deceiving eyes tell me lies
and leave me feeling completely surprised
I don't understand what I've done
and it looks to me, you think its fun
I know when we kiss it means nothing
so when I turn away I leave grudging
I can't help feeling jealous when I see you look at someone else
because I just want you for myself
Why can't you see the pain you cause
and I know inside you give yourself applause
Why do I do this to myself
because it feels nothing less than pure hell
So I wish you'd open your eyes enough to see
all I want is for you to love me.
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Heather Fleming Poem
Happiness seems far from reach
It used to be something kept near
Lonliness has cast its darkened shadow upon me
The warmth of love no longer has a place
What has happened to make this flee from me?
Is it karma...or curse? Maybe something worse...
My heart ices over a little more each day
Why has my love's furnace grown dim?
It no longer kindles the passion for life,
only making it bearable
Once there was overflowing happiness
that burst from my heart's cup, only to be
replaced by gradual dust
Inside I'm screaming for attention or some
kind of affection, when the mirror only shows
a hardened stature
To the world: I'm moved and warm
Inside: I'm still and rigid
The wick from my candle is still lit
but how long until it dies out?
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Heather Fleming Poem
The things that happen alone
the way you act so grown
Around your friends and mine
it sends my feelings into a bind
Everytime I look at you
you disappoint me through and through
The funny thing is...I love you
and yet, you leave me jaded and blue
Its all in secret all we do
but only if everyone knew
It seems to hurt so good
there's just no way it should
I feel so helpless..I'm stuck!
and its perfectly clear I have no luck
You don't feel the same about me
and still it doesn't change the way I see
My mind races, my heart paces
I feel like i'm in two different places!
I really don't want to like you at all
but every night my goal falls
I slip back into your arms
there should be some sort of alarm
To remind me of how bad I'll hurt later
but for now my feelings seem much greater
Your beautiful eyes deceive
and make it hard for me to leave
You make me insane
you think this is a game
But my feelings are so for real
I wish fate would cut me a deal
I hate everything about you
why does this have to be the card I drew?
My heart has been dragged through the muck
and even yet...I'm stuck!
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Heather Fleming Poem
you can't describe
the way it feels
when nothing wants to seem to heal
you try to laugh,
you try to cry,
but no one knows what you feel inside
your heart is aching
and nobody sees the dangerous toll your life is taking
no one seems to understand
why you don't like the skin your in
and you can't seem to figure out if you have a true friend
you try to keep everything
just in order
knowing the next breath
you take may send you over your border
whats all these things related so near?
why, its just a little thing I call
FEAR
Copyright © Heather Fleming | Year Posted 2006
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