Nighttime Thoughts

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Laying in bed
needing to sleep.
Thoughts in my head,
too many to keep.

But they won’t go away-
They drive me insane.
In my mind they stay
as they infest my brain.

I close my eyes
and try to silence this voice.
But it’s only a guise
because I’ll never have that choice.

I can’t stop thinking,
wondering, and questioning.
So I’ll just lay here, blinking,
until my thoughts stop wrestling.

The Fog of Yesterday

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The wind
from each passing day
breezes by
with nothing left to say.
Quickly-
leaving the world to chance.
Quietly-
ignoring all I had planned.

Why do the days
pass by without notice?
I never moved
but days passed fall from focus.

The world around me
is suddenly changing.
Every day-
nothing’s the same.

How am I surrounded
by things I’m so unsure of,
but so lost
in this expanding fog?

This fog of yesterday
clouding my soul
clenching on
to all I’ve ever known.

But yesterday is gone
it’s in the past.
No matter how bad you may need it-
It never lasts.

The Loss – Interactive Poetry

Amagove gave me the words blood, pain, a little baby, and emptiness to explain the loss of a child for my interactive poetry. I have never experienced this, but here is what I came up with.

She looked down at the blood stained bed,
staring at the shades of brown and red.
Her hands trembled as she wiped her tears.
She never thought she would have to face this fear.

Thoughts of could have been’s and if only’s
filled her mind, as her soul grew lonely.
This emptiness enveloped all of her being
as her heart sank to the silence of his not beating.

Something so small- a little baby
and the hope of maybe… just maybe
caused so much pain in this mother’s heart
that it clenched onto her spirit and tore her apart.

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If you have words you would like me to use in a poem, comment on here or on my interactive poetry post and I’ll be glad to write something and link you to the post!

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Patience and Success – Interactive Poetry

Mohit070296 gave me the words patience and success for my interactive poetry! So, here’s what I came up with!

They say good things come to those who wait.
so why does the early bird get the worm?
If patience is what it takes,
why do we whirl around like leaves in a storm
instead of breezing by
and taking our time?
I can’t figure out why
we’re all rushing to climb
miles up the ladder of success,
when when we could achieve
without facing all of the stress
simply by changing the way we perceive.
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If you have words you would like me to use in a poem, comment on here or on my interactive poetry post and I’ll be glad to write something and link you to the post!

The Thief – Interactive Poetry

Fictionari requested that I write a poem “reflecting ideas of ‘loneliness’, ‘quest for love and partner’, ‘in relationship’, ‘plight’, and ‘betrayal’, not using these terms in words” for my Interactive Poetry. I wanted to write something a little different… So here it is!

Several years out of school
Her friends all moved away.
They tried to keep in touch
But ran out of things to say.

She found herself detached
From the world that she once knew.
so she needed to move on
And find something new.

She tried meeting friends
But wasn’t sure how to connect
Then he came a long
And suddenly her life seemed perfect.

He was everything she wanted.
Kind, intelligent, handsome, and tall.
With him, she felt right
Like she finally had it all.

She had no reason
To disbelieve what he was saying
Until the threads in his stories
Eventually started fraying.

She feared the day
That things would end.
And she didn’t know what to do.
She couldn’t lose her only friend.

Was he what she needed
Or did she only make him up to be?
Then finally she saw
Everything she needed to see.

He wasn’t who he said he was.
How could she have fallen for his lies?
Maybe she would have seen this coming
If she wasn’t too afriad to open her eyes.

She was only looking
For an old receipt
When she found a stack of papers
That showed proof of his deceit.

His bank accounts were drained
And bills were all past due.
But he had a safe full of money
What does this man do?

So she brought it to him and asked again,
“What do you do for a living?”
He simply said,
“I dedicated my life to giving

-Or taking,
If that’s how you choose to see it.
I take from the rich and give to myself
More than them, I need it.”

He was a thief.
Who drove off with the last of her trust
And left her standing there,
Choking on the dust.

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If you have words you would like me to use in a poem, comment on here or on my interactive poetry post and I’ll be glad to write something and link you to the post!

Beauty – A Tanka

Yes, she’s beautiful-
That’s true. But keep this in mind:
You’re beautiful too
and that she will never take
your beauty away from you.

I saw a post on here several days ago about this topic which inspired me. I don’t remember who posted it, so I can’t give proper credit.
But I think this is an important message to every girl who’s ever been jealous, felt threatened, or lessened by another girl because of her looks. No amount of beauty another person has can or will ever detract from your own. It’s something I -and so many other girls- need to remember.

The Forest of Fear – Interactive Poetry

Devika gave me the words forest, colors, and suspense for my interactive poetry. Here’s what I came up with!


I don’t know how I got here
or how I will get out.
I’m lost in this forest of fear,
wooded with insecurity and doubt.

As far as my eyes can see,
there is nothing but brown and green,
the colors of these tall trees
creating this camouflaged scene.

My mind can’t stop racing
and my heart won’t stop its thumping.
My feet keep pacing,
and my throat feels like it’s clumping.

I am locked deep inside
This natural prison.
With nothing for a guide
until the sun has risen.

When the darkness falls,
I am left in constant suspense.
Trapped inside of these walls
With no defense.

An escape I may never find.
I could be locked in here forever.
Both lost and confined
in this constant endeavor.

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If you have words you would like me to use in a poem, comment on here or on my interactive poetry post and I’ll be glad to write something and link you to the post!

Our Shadows – Interactive Poetry

Ayushi Jain gave me the words light, shadow, and dark for my interactive poetry. I have had this idea with a lot more detail stored away for a short story or novel for quite a while now. So, it may one day be written. We’ll see!

Growing up, you’ve been told
all those monsters you see lurking the dark
will disappear as you grow old.
You’re taught to believe
all of these lies and schemes
convinced that they’re nothing-
only bad dreams,
figments brought to life
by an imagination gone wild
of a fearful child.

But what if I told you
that they were all wrong?
That they told you this
just to string you along?

We walk around not knowing
what sneaks behind our backs.
While that shadow cast onto the ground
is just waiting to attack.

They’re not just a dark area
formed from blocked out light.
Your shadow is this creature
that comes alive at night.

These night beings crawl
away from the light of day.
So listen to your mother
when you hear her say,
just turn on the light
and everything will be alright.

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If you have words you would like me to use in a poem, comment on here or on my interactive poetry post and I’ll be glad to write something and link you to the post!

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