As you may or may not already know, I love writing poetry. It all started back in the eighth grade when the class was assigned to complete a poetry anthology. I drew inspiration from the poetry of others, and began writing my own poetry in, and outside of class. Though I don't write much anymore, when inspiration hits me, I immediately jot my ideas down to later turn into poems and type on my typewriter. Over the past several years I have written many poems, some of which I would now like to share with you. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
She held on
Till her fingers rubbed raw
Till her knuckles strained pearl
Till the breath escaped her lungs
Till her tears scorched her cheeks
But all her clinging had no use
When he was holding her with sweaty palms
And when she began to make his arms ache
He determined it was about time
He let go
H.M.C.
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He was her narcotic
To leave him meant withdrawal
But she was hooked on the way
He made her feel doped
She craved the side effects and all
H.M.C.
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She wallowed in the abyss of the velvet night
The orbs blazed upon her and whispered their smiles into her ears
But she knew their ways
Even the brightest of stars must one day consume themselves
Frazzle
And plummet from the void
H.M.C.
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She lived for the scent of his stale cologne
Not because the aroma was appealing
But because the memories of him were reawakened
With every inhale
And she found it to be
Quite intoxicating
H.M.C.
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It's a risky business
Falling in love
Falling means breaking
Your hands are shaking
And I have a Fine China heart
H.M.C.
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And finally, one of my all time favorite original poems:
As his fingers loosely intertwined with mine
I realized
True love has no need to be proclaimed to the world
For others to know of It's existence
The stunning thing about
A couples unquestionable admiration for one another
Is it's ability to be observed so clearly
And felt so deeply
With no assistance of speech
H.M.C
