I don't claim to know how to write poetry nor do I claim expert knowledge of the acceptable forms and styles of poetry. I simply endeavor to express and release the feelings associated with a particular time, place or experience in my life. Please judge not on style and technique but on my ability to evoke memories and feelings in you as you read my work. Thank you.
Words struggling to escape my lips,
Struggling out from under my fingertips.
My mind and heart stage a battle so real,
Logic strives to make me deny how I feel.
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On the first day of July I gave my heart away,
I trusted you completely, in every word you say.
Nothing prepared me for the rush from deep inside.
Nothing could erase these feelings that I tried to hide.
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Inner turmoil surfacing in
unexpected places while
no one sees the loneliness through
the windows. When
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When will I find a place in my own heart?
A lifetime of wanting to be wanted,
of needing to be needed….
Beginning to see the pattern emerging from
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