Marisa Unknown Poems

On a thin piece of paper she found on the floor, she wrote a poem called 'Dad' because she had never had one before. The kids at school took her poem and ripped it to shreds and called her a weirdo because she never had a thing called a 'Dad'. She wrote it over and showed her teacher who gave her an A with a gold star at the top. She took it home to her mother who showed the whole family and posted it right above her calendar wall so every one in the house could see it.

On the back of a sticky note, which had already slightly been used, she wrote a poem called 'fear' because it's the only thing she would be feeling when all of the lights went off at night. She showed her teacher the poem she had wrote on the not-so-sticky sticky note, leaving her teacher feeling the name of the poem. Her teacher showed her mom who in fact had loved the poem her daughter had wrote and posted it on their fridge with a magnet in the shape of a heart. Her mother read it to friends and family feeling proud of what her daughter had wrote. Her friends thought she was strange but they liked her all the same. That was the year she got a prank love note from the mean boys down the block. They told her she was sweeter than sherbet which she knew was just some silly joke and would never be true.
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I wasted these pages
Writing about how I really feel.
I waste my time
Wishing you would read what these words could reveal.
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I write how I feel on these pale blue lines hoping one day you'll read this and see how I truly feel.
I kneel on my crunchy tan carpet, with my palms touching, and I bow my head and pray that by the grace of god, you'll hear my prayers. Then you'll know how I really feel.
I write you a million emails and yet not one has ever been sent. They are simply left in my draft box collecting spiderwebs, awaiting answers.
Before I cry myself tonight, I'll call you a few hundred times just to hear your voice, leaving message after message but not one you will ever hear.
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I'm gonna rest my eyes
cause I'm growing weary of
this point I've been trying to make.
So rather than imply,
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Life, a blooming rose
Every day innovative and fresh
But in the end the petals slowly fade into ash
The same with every other,
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Heavy our heads hang as the breeze passes by
for Autumn is ending and the soulful color will surely die.
Sleepily we rest our bodies down in the cold
Mindlessly we lurk in the dark as our lies helplessly unfold
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A head on collision
from love at first sight
They weave in and out of the seems of plain sight
hidden in daylight
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A head-on collision from love at first sight.
It felt as if our love was forever,
but it was only one night.
We step outside,
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