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Best Poems Written by Danielle Stoops

Below are the all-time best Danielle Stoops poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

Unable to think
My lungs seemed to shrink
The pressure of this news 
Could have been avoided if I followed the clues 
The way people stared at my eyes 
Like I was evil in disguise 
Goodbye to the good Christian I was
Chased away by the devils applause 
Another innocent soul  
Now under his control 
I can feel the evil growing inside 
As I become my powers unknowing bride 
How can I be good 
Apparently misunderstood
When I had been raised to believe in the devil's tricks 
My feelings are becoming intermixed
A grey area is created 
Hopefully these thoughts can be translated 
What was the saying my mother spat
Oh yes curiosity killed the cat

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My Best Friend

In one December night 
You changed my whole life
You had no right
You took what was mine to give
You shattered my soul 
And left me to pick up the pieces
How is a 14 year old supposed to put herself back together
The worst thing is that i trusted you
You gained my trust and stole it away
In just one night
Now what was once only nightmares 
Haunts my waking hours 
You crep from my dreams and became my reality
Everytime i look in the mirror
I see myself as damaged 
I see pieces of you rubbed into my skin. 
I tried to wash it away
Try to cut you away, 
Try to exhale you with the smoke
I cant get away
Until
She saved me
Put me together piece by piece
She pulled me from you
Chipped you away with her love
You are now nothing
You hang out in my nightmares
Waiting
But you will not break her barrier
She keeps you away
She is my life preserver 
My savior
My best friend.

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Powerless

A bad dream 
A haunting scream
Betrayal in his eyes 
A smile as she claimed her prize
My mother’s tortured expression 
My endless list of questions 
If I had only fought more 
I would not be battling this inner civil war 
For someone who is supposedly extremely impressive
I can be very unprogressive 
The guilt is strangling me 
All I want is for my brother to be free 
How could my mother choose 
It is a concept I simply refuse 
My aunt’s serpentine smile
Lingers in my mind making me hostile
This is all my fault 
I am responsible for the assault
How can someone so allegedly powerful
Feel so powerless

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Butterflies

Slight flutters began in my stomach at the sight of you.
We talked, and their wings pulsed every time the phone chimed.
At the first date, they became out of control as they beat faster and faster,
Threatening to tear out of my mouth in the form of nervous rambling.
As we grew closer, the butterflies slowed.
Gradually beating in time with your heart.

They quickened again when you looked into my eyes and touched your lips to mine.
Again when you reached for my hand not caring who saw.
They beat faster a I received the note saying ‘I Love You’ for the first time.
They now seemed to pulse with my renewed heart.

The fluttering seemed endless.
Seven months in, and they are still beating strong.
A familiar feeling only associated with you. 
But as we talked, the fluttering slowed.
With each chime a flutter stopped. 
At the sound of each chime one of my constant companions would perish.
Eaten by the dark lies and insults that spewed from your mouth. 

Now a shell of what I used to be, I wander the halls hoping to avoid you. 
You came up from behind and hugged me tightly.
A slight flutter begins in my stomach.
Maybe this can work.

When you kiss me it seems forced. 
You never hold my hand.
I never get to see the familiar flash of turquoise when you text. 
The sound of your voice is fleeting from my mind.

Every time I think I am done with you, you make the last butterfly flutter.
It is a constant battle between pleasure and pain.
A war between my brain and my heart.
My brain telling me to give up.
My heart telling me to hold on the the snippets of love we receive.
And like a junkie I stay, afraid to lose my fix.
Cocaine laced on your lips, you beckon me back.
And like a moth to a flame, I return.
An endless cycle of love and burns,
The pain is now a constant enemy.

Now, being the only thing I know, 
I come back to this pointless relationship we still hold.
Hoping I will feel that flutter once more,
When you touch your cocaine laced lips to mine.

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Growing Old

My best friend and I,
Contemplate getting old.
Thinking of how our lives will play out.
Then our future became clear:
We will be ninety.
In a house with seventy cats.
With iron lungs by our sides.
She will turn to me. 
My best friend of seventy eight years, 
Will turn to me and say,
“I hope the cats eat you first.”

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Dread

Crazy girl with the porcelain mask
Memories and nightmares make a crack
Her cool facade starts retreating 
She bites her lip and forgets the bleeding
Her heart beat slows 
Mercilessly the crimson trail continues to flow 
She collapses and everything goes black
She wakes up and realizes she’s back
She closes her eyes and tries not to cry
She falls asleep and dreams she would die
The cycle begins again
The memories 
The nightmares 
The pain
 The Dread

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Dove

The dove is a symbol of purity and beauty
She thinks he is mocking her…
She is not pure or beautiful
Her purity stolen
Her beauty sliced away
Yet he still calls her dove
Sees her scars 
Knows her past 
and still calls her beautiful
Maybe one day she will be able to look and 
see herself as pure again 
beautiful despite her scars 
despite her past
Maybe one day she will see 
that she can be his dove.