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Kendra Meier Poem
Why is my heart torn?
Why can't I just leave you well enough alone?
When it's just us three, I feel like a third wheel
I don't know what to do...
I try to turn away but then the thoughts haunt me.
Why would he love you?
Why would he choose you over her?
I look at my scars and ask myself, "Is it happening again?"
though my mind tells me differently, you say you love me.
thinking of lying to you to ease the pain.
telling you I don't love you anymore,
even when it isn't true.
why is it so hard to love but not have those feelings returned?
I try to tell myself that I'm being stupid.
Do I need help?
unable to decide if what you say is true.
am I just the whore you go to when you are horny,
or is your love true?
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Kendra Meier Poem
the bed was small, she barly fit
the poka-dotted comforter, a gift from her father
the bookcase above the bed supported by two concret blocks
strewen with books big and small
stuffed animals above the shelves a griaffe in the center
the chair beside the bed overflowing with papers and few school books
a stuffed biker tiger sitting on top of the pile
windows covored in blue cotton cloth.with a poster on each side
the desk sits by itself on the far wall
across from the bed thats too small for the teen girl
a bratz safe and random papers crowd the small space
on the end is a smal boom box radio with Avril Lavinge still playing
and the dusty miror behind the door rarely looked unless the girl was going
somewhere special
a small closet with dresses skirts and shrits that she never wore hanging inside
without a door
three shelves sit beside that stuffed with her jeans and sweaters
finally the plain dresser sitting beside the bed that was too small for the teen age
girl.
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I feel you touch me, I tremble.
Your fingertips, a thousand needles.
My skin against yours, my unclean thoughts.
You haunt my dreams, killing the reaper,
To save me from his hands?
I have learned to survive, even against the odds.
Yet, unable to live without you,
Never lived before you.
So far apart, yet so close.
I feel you when you aren’t there,
Your breath at my neck,
Your arms, my haven,
Your kisses, like chocolate in spring.
My brain and heart,
Always to disagree on what to do.
Fearful of the future, scared of getting hurt.
No one accepts me as I am,
Not even my parents.
Always looking for the flaws I ignore,
Yet you still call me perfect.
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Lonely mountains, and tragic spells,
forbidden potions, from haunted realms.
Seas of star dust, like years apart.
See the dragons that'll rip your heart.
I've faced them all, and I survived to be right here as you arrived.
And when I heard your voice, I knew that I finally belonged.
Now I know we'll never part because your magic lives inside my heart.
no one can come between us
we share a magic no one can touch
spelled love fades, true love stays
like the Lonely mountains, and tragic spells,
forbidden potions, from haunted realms.
Seas of star dust, like years apart.
See the dragons that'll rip your heart.
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Lonely mountains and tragic spells,
Forbidden potions from haunted realms,
Seas of stardust light years apart,
See the dragon that will rip your heart.
I faced them all and I survived,
To get right here as you arrived.
When I heard your voice,
I knew I finally belonged.
Now we shall never part,
‘Cause your magic lives in my heart.
Spelled love fades, true love stays.
Like the lonely mountains and tragic spells,
Forbidden potions from haunted realms,
Seas of stardust light years apart,
See the dragon that will rip your heart.
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Kendra Meier Poem
You never wanted to se me cry,
No matter how hard I tried not to.
The tears ran from me,
Like a waterfall.
You left me too soon,
Left me sprawling for more.
Torn again at the heart,
It’s hell no matter how hard I fight.
Stone walls up, no one may enter now.
Yet, somehow you found a hole in my walls,
And made me feel safe.
You said you loved me,
Then tore me apart.
So I ask myself how I trusted you with my heart
Just so you could break it.
Tear it from my chest and let me die.
I guess that I will always be a lonely, shattered soul.
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Kendra Meier Poem
Broken inside
with no place to hide
I have lost the privilege of tears.
left behind, abandoned, alone.
even when in a crowd
don't know where I belong
no place to go
to dry my eyes
too many problems
lost inside
I have fallen from grace
I have been rejected
I have lost my dreams
I am losing my mind
lost faith in others
then they ask why I am broken inside.
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Bound at every limb,
by my shackles of fear.
Sealed with lies,
through so many lies.
Lost from within,
and pursuing the end.
I fight for the chance,
to get lied to again.
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Never had a mom,
Dad was never there.
Orphaned in my own home, I'm lost and scared
My home is broken,
I find no comfort.
Locked in my room.
Ashamed of myself,
Lost in my own thoughts of death and corruption.
And no one ever cared,
Without escape,
I walk alone.
So here I sit in this prison cell,
Choking on their poison.
Silence so loud, I am deaf.
I want to live, not die of restrictions.
Dwell on the past,
Plan to die.
Just to fill the void in my heart.
But I won’t give up; I won’t die here and now.
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Commotion rages around me,
I lay in silence.
I do my arts,
They do theirs.
Around me they stare,
Trying to figure me out.
Soon they give up,
I remain the unsolved puzzle.
Still here they flock,
Then leave again.
On the outside they leave me,
I can only pretend not to here them.
Still, the pain comes, a crushing bolder in my lap.
They stare at me suddenly,
As my tears fall,
the bolder resides in size but starts again,
A pebble taking on layers of their scorn filled words.
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