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We all have favorite authors that we connect to more than others. For me, it's Edgar Allan Poe.

I used to sit in class and memorize versus from Alone until I had it perfected. I think, had we lived in the same era, he and I would've been friends. I can understand his depth, his darkness. I am genuinely drawn to darker poems and I find those much easier to write as well. Something about writing it down and getting it out just makes everything seem better, no matter what it is, no matter if it's my pain or someone else's.

I used to think there had to be at least a little sadness in me to be able to write a poem and I thought that was so... so sad all in itself. Then I found this quote and I decided that I was happy for any sadness that was a part of me if it let me do the thing that I love and if it made anyone, even just one person, feel something.

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him:  "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul."  ~Soren Kierkegaard

Sometimes it's like the words appear to me out of thin air and I can see them just floating there, waiting to be put on paper. Sometimes the poem turns into a song as a tune in my head forms. Sometimes I know the last stanza before the first one has been revealed. Regardless, if there is anything I love doing with all of my heart, it's this.

It's scary, to let people see this, because some of it's like a road map to my innermost thoughts, but at the same times it's freeing. Since it's poetry, though, it's meant to be a mystery for you to solve and for you to make fit your own life story. That's what I love about it. Poetry invokes something different in everyone and none of it is wrong.

I have an entire book written that I just need to pretty-up and send out, but for now, you, my dear readers, are the one's that get to see everything. So here are some poems - happy, sad, hopeful. Long and short, old and new. 




All I know is What I Feel

All I know is what I feel,

And what I feel

Is real

Is real

It's here

It’s here

It’s now

It’s now

I am not lost-

I’m found

I’m found

I have not quit, I have not bled

For all I know

Is how to live

For this

For this

For now

For now

I am not lost-

I’m found

I’m found

I am not broken, am not weak

My greatest strength

To speak

To speak

For all

I love

For all

I know

I must not quit-

Have hope

Have hope

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.  ~Robert Frost

Fight For Me

Find me.

Fight for me.

Don’t let me go.

The road is winding,

The pace is slow.

I sit here waiting.

I will not go.

So find me.

Fight for me.

Don’t let me go.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg

Thinking, Feeling, Breathing, Hearing 

Overcrowded, overflowing

Seven million thoughts abound,

Not one moment can I sit here

Lingering where nothings found,

One more breath, one more moment

Focus, focus, fizzle out

Sounds are ruining my silence,

Thoughts of who and when and how

Sit up straighter, find the missing,

Searching out where nothing is

Everything has found me quicker,

Overwhelmed, my mind gives in

Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.  - Plato 

You Sleep When I Don't (Song)

Here I go again,

Emotions overload and then... no signs of hope again.

I'm broken,

I'm broken

I fake a smile,

It lasts a little while...I’ve fallen in denial.

I'm broken,

I'm broken

You sleep when I don’t, when I’m damaged and broken

Fighting back all the tears,

I’m choking.

I’m choking.

I muffle the cries, in the pillows at my sides

I suffocate my life in,

These moments.

These moments.

You sleep when I don’t,

When I’m damaged and broken

On my tears I am choking.
Choking.

You sleep when I don’t, when I can’t...

When I won’t.

The scientist has marched in and taken the place of the poet. But one day somebody will find the solution to the problems of the world and remember, it will be a poet, not a scientist. ~ Frank Lloyd Wright

You Can't Affect Me

You can’t affect me

I’m far too strong

I’m disconnected

From my thoughts

I lost connection

Didn’t fight

I let the darkness

Take the light

You cannot reach me

Please don’t try

I like the shadows

In my life

I like the headache

Favor pain

I prefer

The harder way

You’re not the answer

To my problem

Not my savior

For the solving

I wont give in

I’ve found the night

It’s where I find

The most delight

You can't affect me

I’m not here

I put up walls

To disappear

I left my spirit

Left my life

Left my future

All behind
You cannot reach me

Just give up

I don’t recall

A time of love

I don’t remember

Joy or peace

I broke away

From life’s long lease

You’re not the answer

To my question

Leave me here

In self division

Let me go

And let me break

For this is how

I find escape

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality,
but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know
what it means to want to escape from these thing. - T.S. Eliot

Calm

The wind keeps blowing

The clouds are churning

The circles forming

And the dust is stirring

The storms getting forceful

It’s stronger

It’s closer

But if you take a moment

To gaze into its center

Surrounded by the madness

Is a peaceful, calm surrender

Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition- Eli Khamaro

When You Left

Through the woods and through the trees

When shadows came upon my eaves

The sky was overcast by you

In shades of purple, gray and blue

Through the darkness and the pain

Through emotions I can’t name

Swallowed whole, engulfed, submerged

In the depths of your last words

My breath quiet, shallow, thin

Until I felt a stir within

All I knew is what I’d lost

The day you made my heartbeats stop

Every smile, every moment

Everything that made me someone

All my joy was bound in you

So when you left you took that, too

To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one. - Unknown

Take me by the Hand, We’ll Walk

Take me by the hand, we’ll walk

Down the tattered path of love

Lead me into darkened woods

Teach we with your sweet, sweet words

Tell me all is right and true

Never doubt my love for you

Lie and tell me I’m okay

Tell me what you’d never say

I can't be the one you want

I am real and you are not

Leave me in this state of mind

Where I’ll convince myself I’m fine

Lead me on and cast me off

Leave me on this tattered path

I will stand here all alone

Glued to every stick and stone

Admitting now in such a game

I want a man that has no name

Gentle hands with loving touch

Words that shatter every crutch

A romance filled with zest and spice

To free me from this hollow life

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.- Jean Cocteau

No One but Me

  

If nothing and no one

(And no one but me)

Can guide me and find me

And set myself free

If all of my worries

And all of my doubts

Would just go away

I would figure me out

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