Nia Schexnider Poems

The things you hold dear,

will disappear.
...

He makes me smile,
...for a while.
He makes me cheerful
...instead of fearful.
...

I am always late,
No matter the time or date,
I look at the clock,
But there is always a road block,
...

In the night I wait,
For slumber to take my eyes,
he will not have me.
...

I come from nowhere it seems and,

to nowhere am I planning to go.
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In between tasks,

Walking down a path,
...

I live in a fake world.
I wake up on my fake bed,
...

Well I'm not the poem police, I don't care.
But if it's others' works' you want to share,
You should at least give credit,
To the person you are indebted,
...

You see her coming, her teeth drawn like swords,

She slithers her way up your leg and then to your neck,
...

A cold drip leaked out of the spout,
and rained down on those daisies.

Green grass and a medow of life.
...