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How hard is it to hide your love for someone that was never yours to love? How hard is it to watch from afar, to pretend to be just a friend? Impossible. In every way you show your love for that person. Never able to be just a friend, you are also the one they come to for any problem they might have.

Longing to brush the hair out of their eyes, to wipe the tears off their cheek, always searching for some warmth in their eyes. Hoping for that slight smile that never seems to be directed at you. They are the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and the first thing you think about in the morning.

You love them and you hate them. You want to be with them but you also push them away. Always waiting for your turn, but the line always seems too long.

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This is my most recent poem, well...it's not really recent because I wrote it on May 24... as you can see I've been in a slump. Anway this poem is called Deathly Freedom and I know that there is some bad grammar in it because I was trying to get it to rhyme...see for yourself.

She grew up on the streets,
Life was never easy for her,
Her clothes weren’t new and hip,
No one cared about her, I’m sure.
She thought she had found solace,
In her new boyfriend,
He wasn’t like the others,
She knew this relationship wouldn’t end.
He shared in her pain,
He comforted her when she was down,
But if he saw her talking to another guy,
She was bashed into the ground.
It was never his fault,
It was always placed on she,
So she tried and tried to be perfect,
Like the girlfriend she felt she should be.
But that never did work,
So she tried running away,
But somehow he always found her,
No matter where she did stay.
She finally gave up,
She felt her battle would never be won,
So sadly she decided,
Her time on this earth was done.
When he was out with his buddies,
She took her opportunity,
Because when he came back there,
There would be no time to save she.
She picked up his razor,
And she made the first cut on her wrist,
Again and again she cut,
Until blood was pouring from her fist.
Her world was getting blurry,
As the razor fell to the floor,
The red blood pooling around her,
Some smearing the bathroom door.
When her body was found sometime later,
With the boyfriend explaining it wasn’t he,
Found by her written in the blood was one word,
Free.

Poems

I love poems. I think that in writing you can express yourself in ways that you can't when you are having a conversation... I'm going to share some of my poems with you and this is the first one...It's called The Father

Beauty unsurpassed by anyone,
A smile that lights up the heavens,
That is who my Father is.
The One who created life,
Took precious time with each detail,
Never overlooking anything.
That is who my Father is.
The One who makes dreams come true,
The One who leads you through suffering,
The One who never gives up,
That is who my Father is.
When my life is crumbling,
Leaving pieces of me shattered,
Thinking my life is worthless so why stay?
He is there to show me a different way.
That is who my Father is.
Always forgiving,
Never condemning,
Always gives love,
Never hate,
Does not hold grudges,
Always listens,
Even to the “lowest” person,
That is who my Father is.