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Alexis Olmstead Poem
She is standing there, in the small kitchen
While far away her husband is fishing.
Despairing tears fall down her gentle face
How could she have brought upon this disgrace?
She had a family, a perfect life
Now she'll be labeled as a cheating wife.
On her heart is etched the story of sin
With lies and deceit, one can never win.
"This secret my husband can never know
I'll tell him its his when I start to show."
Inside she knows he will never believe
The only option is for her to leave.
She cannot walk out of her own home,
The last thing she wants is to be alone.
Suddenly her husband walks in the door.
Scared, she pulls a steak knife out of the drawer.
She goes in for the hug, knife in hand
Her reasoning fully at fears command.
The steak knife falls swiftly to the hard ground
Her ex-husband follows, not making a sound.
"I'm feeling like some take-out for dinner,
I'll be home soon," says the crazed sinner.
She closes the door and turns off the lights,
His body left to the roaches and mice.
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Who, then, can be as great as grandmother?
I cannot begin to describe how I
Admire her and all the things she does.
Loving mother of two generations
She raised me with as much love as she be-
stowed upon my father and his siblings.
With a strength more immense than I can know
She uprooted herself for a better
Life and for greater opportunities
For my brother and I. Long hours and
Little pay, she works hard to make ends meet.
When she is gone, her beaming face will live
on in my memory. I'll remember
Van Halen singing on the radio
And grandma, singing along, telling me
All of life's most important secrets. I'll
remember her at my track meets, cheering
me on, whether I won or lost, loving
me just the same either way. I'll always
remember her holding my hand, making
sure I had someone to lean on. When she
is gone, I will remember her singing
because in those moments, she was the most
beautiful person I had ever seen.
A person of grace, beauty, and of love.
Who, then, can be as great as grandmother?
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Do you like to stand there and watch me burn?
Do you enjoy listening to me cry?
When you hit me I feel as though I'll die,
Who knew that maternal love really hurt?
The freedom that I know I'll someday earn
Makes me swallow pride, tell her its not a lie,
That really it doesn't hurt and that I
Will never leave her. I know she will learn.
When I leave her standing out in the rain.
Walking away from the terrible place
I no longer stand for all the abuse.
Just stare out that sheet of glass - window pain,
Guilt ridden tears streaming down her pale face.
I am not to return, I will refuse.
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Alexis Olmstead Poem
How can I make you understand this love?
For fragile words can't begin to describe
The joy I feel knowing you are alive.
Even you, oh wondrous one, aren't above
Matters of the heart. When your tears are spilt
Over your last pretense, I will be here
right beside you. I wish you knew how dear
you are to me and how much the sweet lilt
of your ever growing voice affects me.
How is it possible to understand
I secretly wish to hold your hand?
I long confess to you all I see
In everything that exists in this world.
I'll show my love on a banner unfurled.
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Alexis Olmstead Poem
I’m getting flutters of anxiety like you never want to talk to me again
You used to give me butterflies
Now all I have is nausea.
Sorry I called.
Sorry I called ten times in a row
I hope you heard through the sobs how much I love you
I just wish you would tell me why I can’t be loved back.
You don’t have to reply.
Actually, please call me.
Sorry.
How am I supposed to stop apologizing so much when I feel like such a burden in your life?
How can I not feel ashamed of the lump in my throat that your voicemail summons?
How am I supposed to respond to you telling me to go away forever?
Sorry I called and screamed into your voicemail.
I wanted you to feel my angst.
Sorry I called again.
Please don’t feel worthless for "trying to blow sunshine up my ass".
If you were the colour yellow I would eat you.
It might make me feel better.
Anything would be better than how much I hurt.
And I know I leave claw marks down your back when we have sex,
But you leave scars on my heart whenever we talk.
You’re tearing me apart.
Sorry.
Sorry for sending this to you in the longest series of text messages known to man,
But I wanted to be sure you would see it.
Wanted to be sure you would know that I finally wrote about you.
That I finally felt you gave me something to write about.
Even if all you make me feel is hurt and shame, at least its something.
Right?
I’m sorry that I told you I would love you past 10,000 sunsets.
I mistakenly thought you would love me back.
That we would watch the rain together, and kiss.
But right now its raining and you’re nowhere to be found.
I’m so sorry.
Sorry I called you the first time.
I’m sorry I keep apologizing.
All I want is for you to love me.
Sorry.
Sorry.
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There are so many things I want to hear you say.
Like the first I love you.
Or, "I would die for you."
"I can’t live without you."
"You are my world."
But you can live without me
And there is so much more to the world than a lost girl with sad eyes
Who prompts you to say that you love her
You are her world.
You are my world.
I cannot live without you
I have not wanted to for four long years now
The cold winter nights have heard my cries for you
You are my world
For as long as a man with a loving heart and gentle eyes exists I need no more.
You are my world.
I just want to be yours, too.
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