College Poetry
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Stop
“Stop” 10-2-99 Maybe if my heart would stop beating, it wouldn’t hurt so badly. And maybe if I could stop breathing, my chest would no longer ache. If I knew how to stop being alive, I wouldn’t feel myself slowly dying. Maybe if I wasn’t hungry, I could eat for energy. And maybe if I could stop crying, I wouldn’t look like hell. If I didn’t love you, my soul could survive. Maybe if my God understands, strength will empower me. And maybe if I hadn’t trusted you, I wouldn’t feel so betrayed. If I could hate you, I wouldn’t have to die. Maybe if I were smarter, I wouldn’t…
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Forget
“Forget” 9-28-99 When we are together, I want us to be one. I miss you when we are apart. I can smell you on my skin, and feel you inside my soul. I am drowning in my sorrows, because when our time together is through, I’m not sure how to breathe without you. I want to feel your touch against my face, and hold you in my arms forever. Part of me will die if you forget me, but I cannot truly live unless I forget you.
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Shooting Star
The first poem I wrote in college. “Shooting Star” 9-9-99 You want to go where no one knows you, so you can be anyone, someone amazing. To reinvent yourself as though you’d never lived, never loved, and never lied. -But someone once told you, “You can’t hide who you are, no matter how hard you try.” Soon you’ll pack your bags and move away, to another time in some other place. When you get there, you’ll soon discover that the person you wanted to be already exists. -Because someone once told you, “You can’t hide who you are, no matter how hard you try.” You push people away because you’re…