As you may or may not already know, I love writing poetry. It all started back in the eighth grade when the class was assigned to complete a poetry anthology. I drew inspiration from the poetry of others, and began writing my own poetry in, and outside of class. Though I don't write much anymore, when inspiration hits me, I immediately jot my ideas down to later turn into poems and type on my typewriter. Over the past several years I have written many poems, some of which I would now like to share with you. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

She held on

Till her fingers rubbed raw

Till her knuckles strained pearl

Till the breath escaped her lungs

Till her tears scorched her cheeks

But all her clinging had no use

When he was holding her with sweaty palms

And when she began to make his arms ache

He determined it was about time

He let go

H.M.C.

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He was her narcotic

To leave him meant withdrawal

But she was hooked on the way

He made her feel doped

She craved the side effects and all

H.M.C.

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She wallowed in the abyss of the velvet night

The orbs blazed upon her and whispered their smiles into her ears

But she knew their ways

Even the brightest of stars must one day consume themselves

Frazzle

And plummet from the void

H.M.C.

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She lived for the scent of his stale cologne

Not because the aroma was appealing

But because the memories of him were reawakened

With every inhale

And she found it to be

Quite intoxicating

H.M.C.

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It's a risky business

Falling in love

Falling means breaking

Your hands are shaking

And I have a Fine China heart

H.M.C.

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And finally, one of my all time favorite original poems:

As his fingers loosely intertwined with mine

I realized

True love has no need to be proclaimed to the world

For others to know of It's existence

The stunning thing about

A couples unquestionable admiration for one another

Is it's ability to be observed so clearly

And felt so deeply

With no assistance of speech

H.M.C