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Best Poems Written by Brenda Glotfelty

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Written Words, In My Head

Jaded
Created
Written
Faded
Lost
Found
Wrapped
Laden
Wanted
Given
Taken
Spent
Destroyed
Rebuilt
Understood
Confused
Simple
Complex
Rumpled
Crumbled
Unnecessary
Began
Finished
Burnt
Belittled
Uprooted
Unknown
Undecided
Unborn
Dead
Lost 
Forgiven
Unlearned
Questionable
Forgotten
Mother
Father 
Teacher 
Friend
God
Time
Pain 
Written
In my head.

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Go Tell Your Mother

I’m tired of sad stories from others and lovers and those who want to make me 
smother in their dramas.
Don’t they know they got mammas?  Maybe their lives are filled with dramas and 
traumas from when they was in pajamas.
But sometimes even as a friend I can’t be sucked in cause no one is gonna win.  
Turning me against another, your mother, your sister, your lover is too much for 
me to take and I can’t make sense of it anymore.
I got my own problems from my days in pajamas, family traumas, workload 
situations and my own creation of complications in my own life’s fabrications, 
manipulations and segregations.
I do care about you and want to listen but I gotta follow my own intuition and finish 
my mission of my life and my dreams cause all your problems are careening me 
in a direction I don’t want to go with that flow cause I know it’s gonna be an ugly 
mess and I confess as your friend it’s no use to continue all this abuse.
Pack it up, let it go, don’t ask me no more cause I don’t know.  Your problems, 
how to solve them your life is causing me a lot of strife so deal with your own 
mess.  
I can’t take it no more, you’re becoming such a bore and I’m feeling like your little 
whore.
I’m letting myself out of your life
I’m taking a stand.
I’m not gonna be your wife, your roommate, your lover-
Go tell that to your mother!

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You

You look at me
Your eyes see through me

I wish I was in your mind
I know I’m unrefined
My heart aches for you.

I wish you could see me
What I feel for you.
I long to reach out to you.
To hold you in my arms.
To keep you safe from harm.

The gentleness deep inside
The pain I feel when I’m near you.
Each day goes by I feel further away.
Your heart is so cloudy.

I cannot give you anything
Just my love, my heart, my soul.
I can make you feel like the world
really is yours.
Your heart will cry no more.

Maybe I really couldn’t
fulfill you.
It was wrong of me to
think so.
I’d do anything for you.
My mind will continually
dream of you.
To want to be with you.
To never have you.
My misery.

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In My Head

Standing ovation

Tired situation

Overbearing aggravation

Complications of

Tired conversations

Multifaceted contemplations

Of overdramatic

Accusations poured

Constantly into dire

Straits of manipulations

Churning round in

My mind, never going

To be defined only

Rhymed over time

Line after line constantly

Being refined only to

Find that back again

They come words always

Being undone over

Again in my head.

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The Girl I Used To Be

If you’re looking for the girl I used to be, she is gone.
Never to be seen again.  She is from an easier life, a past
life.  The girl you see now is the one she has become. 
 She has become me.
She is stronger, harder, tougher.
She is colder, angrier.
The girl I used to be is still a part of me.
I still cry.  I still hurt.  I still want. I still feel.
I still wish.  I still hope. I still want to dream, but
as it seems, I cannot.
The girl that had dreams is gone.
She is now the girl of reality, running from the truth.
The sweet little innocent, perfect, beautiful, harmless,
Saint of a girl is gone.
I am here now.  Full of fury.
Full of rage.
Harmless, but tempted.

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Coliseum

I’m not a good daughter
I should be a martyr
put out for slaughter
becoming life’s fodder
The things that I 
oughta be a parta
aren’t gonna be one
of the things that’s under
my wing that I dare 
not bring to the table 
cause I’m unable to 
remain stable for long
periods of time the
things to define pushed
outta my mind into a 
big mess I’m under
duress, full of distress
I must confess I gotta get
better spelled out to the
letter be a go getter
under a spell heading to 
hell not feeling to well in 
this pel mel state that I’m
in filled up with sin unable to
win continually thrown from
one to another become such a
bother created a fable now I’m
unable to give it a label
other than life day after day, sinking
in stealing away my very heart
my very soul the dearest things
that I behold in my eyes are lost
to me not being seen
not being found I
am astounded by my
lethargy can’t get help from the clergy
even though this is an
emergency I can’t manage very well
my assets are shot to Hell
none of this going over well
back to the pit
ready to go out in
the lights
another lion to entice

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My Friend

To my friend
The one with a big heart

The one who gives,
never expecting to receive

The one who carries pains,
wants and desires 
deep in her heart
	
The one who is 
always willing to
listen, give advice
and never judges.

The one who sometimes I 
wish more like her
I could be.

Strong yet soft
Firm but kind
Intelligent, yet down to earth
Together, yet independent
Unshaken, yet moveable

One who will give
of her heart, mind, soul
and body to bring
joy, love, peace or
enlightenment to another,
a lesser to make stronger.

She will reach out a hand
to a hurting soul, she has
seen pain and knows
it can be overcome.

I am thankful for 
a friend like her.
I have never had such a
friend.  No one else
has ever come close
without an ulterior
sinister motive.

She is someone to laugh with, 
cry with.  A gentle soul to protect and 
be protected by.  Like a
sister I never had.

Sometimes the pain, behind her eyes
when she does not always want to go on.
The strength and resolve that follow after 
the pain.
Only those of great courage and deep 
souls have the light that fills their eyes.

A quiet resolve to go on.
that indeed I see in her.
A fighting spirit, like a horse,
though even in pain will carry
 their rider the distance.

Deep in my heart she is, with very other few souls who have touched me so 
deeply

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Between the Lines

The limits of the mind
My mind
Are ever reached daily.

Yet, the vast expanses
So far
Are begging to be grasped.

To have an understanding
Of what
I continue to search for.

My daily struggle to make sense
Doesn’t work
As life continues to swirl.

To reach out to help another
And halt
Because I need help myself.

Making it all understandable
Is work
But something that cannot end.

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Belle

The big girl you are

The steps so long

The fur so soft

Gentle eyes look down on me

Take me here and there

Get prettied up for shows

Brushed from head to toes

A heart so big

A tail so long

Feet like dinner plates

Legs so strong

Back so broad

Head so big

Ears so tall

Not afraid of much at all

You can feel a flies touch

All the children you love

Look down on them from above

You saved me from a tree

You gave me my dreams

You made them come true

I love you!

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Oxygen

Covered
I feel smothered
Every time I turn around
Someone is there to take my breath away.

A little time, just one more second.
Another reason to be near.
Another part of me taken.

I need my time, I need my space.
Both forces work against each other
and I’m caught in the middle.

There is no pity on me, just
so someone else is happy.

The tectonic plates continue to
grind together, while I’m
turning to dust.

It’s almost like a game.  Life 
is getting out of control. My
batteries need recharged,
but the outlet is not
able to be found.

How could two people who
‘care’ so much about me
knowingly or unknowingly
make me so miserable?

Both with the same wants
and desires, trapped me in
the middle. Pushing away
to breathe.

Things are becoming dark.
This war I’m caught in. I 
am miserable in all my
happiness.

No one seems to understand.
Not even me.
The Civil war for my heart.
Is it about me anymore?
My understanding and confusion grow daily, as does my pain.

My need for breath
Wanting to sustain life.
What is time?
I need to be.
Oxygen, Oxygen, Oxygen