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Best Poems Written by Nikki Peterson

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I Wonder

I wonder if you know I’m here
  If you see me beside you in class
  If you see me glance at you across the isle
I wonder if you know my name
  Is it Nicole? Kimberly? Maybe Terra?
  Is it even worth remembering?
I wonder if you could picture what I look like
  Do I have dark hair or light?
  Do I have blue eyes or brown?
I wonder if you know we’ve met
  Remember the little black umbrella on that stormy day
  Remember the walk home and the way you kissed my hand
I wonder if you know that I love you
  If you did would you love me back
  If you did would you walk away
I wonder all these things as I walk towards you, back pack on my left shoulder, 
little black umbrella in my right hand,  your friends laugh at a joke you make from 
your place against the lockers.
I wonder why your eyes light up when you see me walk against the mass of 
student bodies to get to where you stand.  I wonder why I’m doing this, why my 
heart is pounding and why butterflies are tearing apart my insides.  I wonder why 
your friends look at me and walk away as I come closer, did I do something 
wrong?  I wonder more and more about what to do and what to say; I stand there 
for a minute body frozen as you wave a hand in my face.
“Oh… umm… Here’s your umbrella” I wonder why I said that, why my voice 
shakes that way.  
“Umm… Thanks” I wonder why you seem surprised, I smile a small smile and 
turn to walk away but you grab my hand and won’t let go.
“But I was hopping that you would be my girlfriend, Emily” You know my name, 
you know who I am! No more wondering, no more longing.  You brush your 
fingers across my reddish blonde hair and compliment my beautiful blue eyes. 
“Yes, James, that would be great” and as you walk me to my next class I cant 
help but wonder, what would’ve happened with out the rain and that little black 
umbrella?

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Hunters Moon

Teeth snapping 
I back away 
He follows with his dirty scent 
The cage of metal surrounds me 
I have no where to go 
I growl 
I snarl 
I bite 
But he just laughs 
He takes me to a place
That reeks of death
And there he leaves me 
till the sun sits high after the moon
He beats 
He teases
He taunts
He gives up 
And leaves till the moon sits high after the sun
I hear him
I smell him
I see him
Stagger towards my cage
‘just a little closer’ I think
And he obeys
He stops 
I wait 
…
Fury consumes me as I pounce
His blood, warm as fire fills my mouth 
As a pathetic gurgle comes from his,
His heart stops 
He’s dead 
I won
 I stand over my kill in victory 
Then run off into the night 
The grass is wet under my four paws 
And the air is crisp 
And through the woods I can hear
my sisters call to the moon
The Hunters Moon

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Untouchable

I was untouchable
My emotions roped in place
Never feeling more than I wished. 
…
I was untouchable
But this disease,
This curse,
 Crept into my body
Silently seeping into my skin  
Wiggling into my veins 
Overtaking my organs
…
I was untouchable
Until he told me that he loved me
…
I was untouchable 
Until I realized that I loved him
…
Now all I want is for his touch

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Fire/ Ignis

Ignis 
Formosus, Mortifer
Incendit, Comsumit, Solvit
Mundus, Maculatus
Ignis

Fire 
Beautiful, Deadly
It burns, It consumes, It frees
Pure, tainted
Fire

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I Am

I am an Artist

  Instead of a brush I use my hands
  Instead of a bow I use my feet

I am a Woman

  Strong and Confident
  Tender and Mindful

I am a Student

  Always learning 
  Never giving up

I am a Teacher

  They come to gain knowledge
  They come to prepare for life

I am a Sister

  I look up to the older
  I guide the younger

I am an Artist

  Of discipline and focus
  Of strength and speed
  Of knowing and not using
  Of mind, body and spirit

I am what I am 
And 
I am a Martial Artist

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I Was

I was,
Your shiny silver band, 
wrapped so nicely around your finger
I was, 
Your battered punching bag,
Black and blue and bloody
I was, 
The one of many you pled your love to,
As you made your way to my bed
 I was, 
The caged wolf
Wishing to escape
I was, 
What I will never be again 
I broke the band
I healed the wounds
I pushed you out 
I escaped the cage
…
You thought I was beaten 
You thought wrong