All of the following poems (on this page) were written by the same woman. Her name as been withheld as she requested.
empty thoughts stopped dreams ended nowhere to go from here. Can't make something out of emptiness except maybe a hole to toss pent up feelings into But I have no feelings anymore. Can't think of anything at all. Blank heart devoid. Can't remember who I'm supposed to be... just that it's hot and i'm thirsty and alone and i want out.7.23.98
s t r o n g
Try me, she said. Go ahead, Slander me to get ahead. Push me, I stand strong. Doubtful? Try me; you'll be wrong.n u m b
Sometimes I forget I'm here, listening to your filthy words. Sometimes I forget you're screaming so loudly it makes my ears ring. Sometimes I forget that the tears rolling down my cheeks sting. Sometimes I forget I'm curled up in that worn-out spot on the stairs where I always go when I want to be as far away from you as I can. But sometimes I remember. And it hurts again. 6.9.98y o u
I find it so hard to believe that you don't see me here. I thought you were hiding, but you are standing openly in freedom, unannounced. How can you be so free? I talk to you but you don't hear me. I know you, you know. But you only stand in peace, silently. You're so beautiful. I just want to tell you. I want to know your secret so I can be beautiful, too. But you won't tell me. You simply stand in perfection without a word. 5.22.98paradox
Why does life have to be so hard when all I want is to be perfect?6.4.98remember...
Sweet memory, which grips my heart with such power, And warms this body with remembrance; Which fascinates my senses with its ghostly presence and unreal embrace, And stirs long-settled dust from corners in my mind I knew not I had; Which fills my eyes with a nostalgic river That cannot see if its ends are the crashing waterfall Or the peaceful ongoing stream. I know not whether I weep, And if I do, if it be for joy in remembrance Or sorrow for a loss. My ears think they hear it, yet it is impossible; My eyes think they gaze upon it, but a mere blinking sends the image away; My nostrils breathe the fragrance deep, So that it excites the buds of taste, Or is it just a passing breeze? My skin tingles with the sensation of another's touch, Yet nothing is there. And while this heart inside sees all surrounding me, My mind slays it and diminishes my poor tender heart's hallucination. Too wonderful is it to have ever been real -- But was it ever at all? I cannot tell, For now, like the cobwebs in my mind, I have forgotten that sweet memory. 6.18.94I Will Prevail
I Will Prevail Sittin' by the water Of a lake I knew before Feelin' all the pain & loss I went through near these shores. The memories flooded through me Some sunny Some too real But now I know I'm travellin' On a road where I can heal. The child has so many burdens The adult Knows even more Yet I can feel them lifting As I sit along this shore. I never knew the weight could lift Or my heart could feel so light And now I have a life to live I'll fight with all my might! This cycle will be broken These chains will rust and fail The only weight left on me Is mine -- I will prevail!!YOU AND I
You sit all alone; miserable. I awoke this morning. You cry and complain; lonely. I have a dream. You long for company; sad. I am feeling good. You rant and rave; angry. I define who I am. You moan and groan; desperate. I write you. You receive my letter; hope. I say, “I need you.” You laugh and smile; joy. I ask you to come, Do you? You and I A possibility Waiting Soul mates or friends? Waiting to be born; You and I.ALONE
Alone I’m alive. Inside I cry. Leave me alone. I cry to the night. Just leave me alone, let me be in my own little world. You can’t see me-trembling in pain. Inside. You can’t hear me-screaming. Inside. You can’t touch me-burning in rage. Inside. You can’t taste me-crying salty tears. Inside. You can’t smell me-lost in terror. Inside. So leave me alone. Don’t touch me I’m alive. Let me be. Don’t taste me, I don’t want to die. Silence. Don’t feel me, in the darkness I can’t lose my soul. No. Don’t see me, I want to be alone. Don’t hear me, just let me go. I’m still alive. Inside. Let me live.THE KITCHEN
(A Poem About My Obsessive Compulsiveness)I spend endless hours on my hands and knees. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. The tiles on the floor shine everyone corner to corner. Over and over I clean. First the ceiling. Then the walls. Then the cabinets inside and out. Then the all dishes, pots and pans. Counters next. Then floor once again. Last the sink I used. I hope, I pray, I silently cry. This time it will be right. This time he won’t get angry. This time it will be perfect. I won’t be punished. I won’t feel pain. Over and over I clean once, twice, three times, ten, twenty, thirty times. He’ll be home soon. Please God just this once let it be okay. It was never enough. It was never enough. Will it ever be enough?Is The End Near?
Is the end near? Does he love me? Or the pretend person I created to make him happy? The one that pretends to be happy with an hourly paid job and the one that pretends to be content with a mediocre and sporadic sex life. The woman who ignores the pain his actions cause her, the lady who tries to hide all unpleasant feelings from him and fails so miserably. Does he know how I doubt his love? The anger I feel because of the carelessly spoken words of love as if by habit. The kisses hello and good-bye that I have to be remind him to give her. That woman who loves him is I; but I don't even know who she is. I use to dream of reaching the stars and him being by my side. Lately at night as I lay awake I wonder if I will find the strength to be alone. No house with a swing, no children, no dog, no dreams of chairs set on the porch facing the same direction. I have thought and wondered what would make me feel secure. Secure in his love for me. Would I learn as I think I would that he doesn't really want me, doesn't really need me, doesn't really love me. Or would he prove my fears unfounded with the birth of "our" child. Reality is he doesn't even want a child with me. So does this mean he doesn't love me? I have nightmares of his leaving me alone and in my heart of hearts I dream that at least in the end I could have a small piece of him with me in the form of a child to love, as I love him. But I fear that in the end I will have nothing. And in the end I will be alone.