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My Poetry

I love to write. It's my main passion in life. After college I would love to write for televison shows. Poetry was never something I really did until I had my heart broken in February of 2001. Here are some of my favorites that I have done:

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The Poet

I never really love them

I love who I think they are

When we get together,

It never feels comfortable

But I cling to the glimmer of hope

That this time is different

They hold my heart and jerk me around

While I distantly cling to them

It feels so wrong

And leaves me so confused

I always blame them for hurting me

But whose fault is it really?

Is it mine for being so naive?

Or theirs for taking atvantage of me?

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Little Girl in the Nursing Home

I remember sitting in your room

As close to the door as I could get

Eleven years old and scared of death

I wanted nothing more than to get out of there.

Not to get away from you,

But to get away from THEM.

The people around you.

Dying, living each day alone in their minds.

Eleven years old and scared of death

I wanted to be home reading my teeny-bopper magazines

Not here watching you age into a stranger

Who’d soon forget me.

Not that you’d want to remember such a selfish little girl.

Eleven years old and scared of death

I asked if it was time to go.

We left a few minutes later, never to return.

The guilt didn’t hit me until a few years later.

I was digging through a box of cards from when I was born.

One from you stood out

So filled with love for me, even as a baby

A stranger in the world who didn’t even know you.

Fifteen years old and still scared of death;

I cried for the woman I never let myself know.

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The Doll:

On a shelf in the toystore known as
Love
There sits a girl called The Doll
Her previous owner left her scarred
And Broken
For two long years no one else would
Take her home
Some came and played with her
One in particular catching her eye
Then one September day
The Doll's dreams came true
The boy who caught her eye
Came to take her home
The Doll loves this boy as she has loved
No other
She likes it when he tells her that she's pretty
But she likes it best when he holds her close
And kisses her
Then one day the boy abrubtly returned The Doll
To the Toystore

2/21/01

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Hot tears burn the skin
She is blistered and broken
Boiling blood longs to meet
The gleaming blade
She wants to die
A wall of anger keeps intruders out
No one can get close
She likes it that way
A lake of pain rises to drown her
She welcomes it with apathy
Waves of sorrow rise from her eyes
She is left blind
Her friends and family can't reach her
She is going to die alone
Unless he comes to save her

5/3/01

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Dear Eli, Part 2

I gave you my heart
And you smashed it so hard
That Im still trying to find all of the pieces
I treated you like gold
You treated me like dirt
You told me you loved me
As you lie in the arms of someone else
When I got angry with you
You always managed to cast the blame
On me
You convinced me it was my fault
Every time
But now I see the truth
I see you for who you did
4/27/01


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I Miss You

Silent tears my only company
On this warm and empty night
I reach for you companionship
Forgetting that youre gone
I miss you so much I can hardly breathe
My loneliness is overwhelming
I should be over you, but Im not
I love you just as much as I always have
I long for you to come and rescue me
From my dark and suffocating prison
Where did you go after you broke me?
Are you happier without me?
Or is a piece of you missing too?
5/10/01

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Jack

She sits by his side and holds his cold,
limp hand urging him to wake up
Urging him to come back to her,
hoping her love can bring him back
Something has taken hold of his body
And made him weak
Something has made him so sick
he is too weak to love her back
Too weak to even open his eyes
But still she hopes that he will awaken,
from his deep and deadly slumber
She hold on to the hope
that him and his love will be brought
back to her
For she knows that without his love
she will be dead
No matter how many promises she makes to him to go on
she will break every one
His love for her is what keeps her alive
It has been too long since she has heard him say it
And now she is slowly dying inside as he is
On the outside
So she will continue to sit by his side, she will hold his hand
Until he opens his eyes, and brings back her world

 

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I scrape the frozen tears from my face

And toss them over my shoulder.

Your hold over me is gone;

I no longer need to carry reminders of you.

Ever since you ran away from me

Youve been glancing behind you

To make sure Im still following you

Like a mindless disciple

Now you can watch me as I run past you

Never to look back.

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I may live in denial
But I love him
And that's all that really matters
4/19/01

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WHY?
 
My corrupt mind fills with images of self destruction
Blood filled tears wash away the goodness
And replace it with fear
The deep pits of depression threaten to pull me in
I reach for something, anything
To keep me from falling over the edge
Why do I feel this way?
I have everything I could ask for
Yet somehow it's not enough
To keep these feelings from surfacing
What is wrong with me?
 
2/28/01

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Will anyone is this cold world
Ever take the time to love the real me?
I have plenty of people who love me for
my body, my looks, and what that can get from me in a dark parking lot
But do any of these men love Kristin herself?
Somehow I doubt it
But are they really the ones to blame for my predicament?
I continuously let people who hurt me get close to me
And push away the people that only want to help
Am I really so horrible a judge of character?
Or do I have some dark desire to have my heart broken so many times,
that I'll never put it back together?
Untill I meet someone right for me
I guess I'll never know
 
1/30/02

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In Aaron's Car
 
Sitting in your car in a dark parking lot
A deafning silence between us
Your mind is full of things you'd like to say
But my unpredictable reaction keeps you quiet
Instead you reach across the gearshift and take my hand
A sign of your support for whatever tonight's unknown problem may be
I snatch my hand away roughly
Leaving you frustrated with confusion
You love me unconditionally
And I can't even meet your eyes.
 

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You never wanted me, you just needed me
Never mind that I started to care
You always had the intention of use then flee.

You never wanted anything more than to be free
To use whoever happened to be there
You never wanted me, you just needed me.

Did you get up when I feel asleep at three?
Or did you lhold me  and pretend to care?
You always had the intention of use then flee.

Did you ever wonder what you and I could be?
Or did you decide our fate the moment I came to your lair?
You never wanted me, you just needed me.

Did your eyes ever light up at the thought of me?
Or did I always receive that cold glare?
You always had the intention of use then flee.

I realize now I want to be free
Of thoughts of you, your eyes, your soft hair
You never wanted me, you just needed me
You always had the intention of use then flee.

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Tonight's Forecast Includes Storms Along the Shoreline
For Dave
 
They sit by the shore, preparing for their nightly discussion.
As they talk, her temper builds
Like storm clouds on the horizon
His weariness churns
Making the calm waters choppy
Night after night he takes her waves of insecurity with no question
This endless cycle is wearing him down
The high tide of her anger comes crashing in
Each insult washing a piece of them away
Leaving them cold and broken
A ray of hope breaks through the clouds
And the ocean of rage begins to subside
As the sun bathes the shore in warm light
It's hard to tell there ever was a storm

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