Shiloh Thompson Poems

Something here reminds me of home,
The smell, the feel, the warmth,
Spinning machines, laundry detergent,
Dryer sheets and buzzers.
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Warm under the covers
Blanket over my head
Rain singing
Pitter-pat
Against my window
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Every song on the radio reminds me,
Crawling towards that familiar feeling,
But being pushed away by your hate,
The blows you give send me reeling.
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You broke me.

Something inside of me shattered,
That day you walked away,
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Author's Note:
I'm thinking about celebrating. This is the 50th poem I have published here on Poem Hunter. May there be many, many more to come.

Two people walking down the hallway,
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A girl stares at herself in the mirror,
Her eyes piercing through the dark,
Her attention is upon her reflected wrist,
Focused on an angry, dark red mark.
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I've never been afraid of the dawn,
And all the secrets it holds,
But now as I watch the lightening,
Hearing the thunder roll endlessly,
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Author's Note: To Cody, my pen pal.

Walking alone in the rain, I see your face,
Covered in dust and grime in the sand,
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Never did care much for brown eyes,
Or drinking straight from the bottle,
Discussing politics until the dawn,
Or watching video games being played.
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I will take all the blame,
If only to protect the innocent,
To ensure what happened to me,
Won’t be echoed upon their lives,
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