Shannon Nicole Poems

There's this place that I would like to go,
It is a warm place and quite comfy.
I could lay there for hours,
Though I'd have to leave sometime.
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You know when you look at something,
You can see it breakdown, it crash.
She could look through something,
And see its worst ways.
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Long ago and still to this day,
I fear death and what can come of it.
One summer day,
It was a long, long summer day.
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He's not eating and she's not speaking.
He's breaking down and she's faking happy.
Both lost in a fantasy,
Waiting for the other to make a move.
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As I sit along side of a few people,
My eyes begin to shake.
They ask me what I think about something,
In reality, they could care so much less.
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I pull people close only to be pushed away in the end.
I use your arms as my jail,
You're the one with the keys, with the power to let me go.
With your hands wrapped around me,
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I've fixed up my mistakes,
Erased the scribbles.
I've cleaned up my cuts,
My scars are just about healing.
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It's been so hard to express myself.
My poems make it sound like my life is so horrible, it's really not.
I have everything I need, everyone I love.
I have my friends and family around for me.
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It's the first period of the day,
Sitting there, spacing out and now the bell has rung.
Stepping into the crowded all of high school,
There's kids that walk too slow or stand in groups in front of lockers.
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There she sit in a fairly uneven wooden chair,
Polished so smooth just right to sit in.
Her face hiding behind gloved hands,
A towel to block her sense of smell.
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