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I've never been one for poetry writing, however when I was about 16 years old, I was going through a rough time in my life, and ended up scribbling down a few.
This one is a little corny, but I wrote it after the death of someone very close to me.
Mailed to No Address
Dear ______,
I miss you.
I hope things are going great where you are.
You definitly deserve it,
Especially for all the things you did while you were here.
I am sorry for what happened before you left.
I feel horrible,
And I truly never meant to make you sad.
I was scared,
And I didn’t know what to do.
That isn’t an excuse,
But I cannot change what I have done.
All I can say now is that
I am so sorry.
Please forgive me.
I think of you often.
We all do.
We miss you at the gatherings.
We miss you at the celebrations.
I guess it’s true when they say
"You never know what you have until you’ve lost it."
I promise that I wont take
What I have
For granted anymore.
It’s weird;
When you left,
I was OK.
I kept denying the truth.
Now, ages later,
I finally realize that this is no joke.
You aren’t coming home.
I am angry,
Even though I know it isn’t your fault.
I need you,
And you aren’t there to go to.
It sucks!
I wish things could have been different.
Then I think
I must be so selfish.
Thinking of myself when
It isn’t only me
Who’s upset.
I am learning to accept this.
It is hard.
I look at your chair, and want to see you in it again.
I wish I had taken more pictures.
But these things,
I cannot change.
I am defeated.
Never forget,
That no matter what happens,
I will love you forever!
You are my one and only "________",
And always will be.
PLEASE:
Watch over me.
Help me, and guide me.
Be here with me,
When things get rough.
Be here with me,
When things are good.
Wait for me to get there,
With wide open arms.
I await the day we meet again,
But not yet.
I miss you,
But I am not ready right now.
I have things I must do.
You understand.
I will be good.
I will do my best.
It’s for us, ______.
Be proud of me.
I am still fighting!
My best wishes.
Say "hi" to everyone,
And don’t forget
We have a date.
With
All the love in the world,
Your Pumpkin.
A Blank Slate
A blank slate of paper.
A million things running
Through my head.
Unsure of what to put down.
Not knowing how to
Organize each idea.
Most time I find
It’s Overwhelming.
I cannot process it
One by one.
If you were to
Open my mind
Information would come
Pouring out onto the floor.
The things I’ve seen
The people I’ve met
The things I’ve learned
The places I’ve been
The emotions I feel.
Sometimes it seem to
Be too much.
More than I can handle.
What should I write down?
So much to say.
Too much to say.
The longing I feel
For my brain to be
A blank slate
Like the paper
That now is filled.
This one I wrote a year ago. I had just moved out, I was getting involved in a court case, and I was having a lot of trouble with the guy I was with. Basically, I wasn't happy with the way life was going...
Struggle
Struggle.
A strange word.
A strong word.
Something I do every day.
Every morning I wake up,
I know that word will be
The basis
of Everything
For me.
I struggle.
To live
To work
To eat
To smile.
To smile?
I cannot recall
The Last Time
I smiled.
And was happy,
Truly happy.
I struggle
To deal with my
Unhappiness.
My unhappiness.
It comes from
My Struggle.
I find poetry is often a source to vent your sorrows or anger. I think those are the only poems I have ever written. They are kind of depressing; boy am I glad I don't feel like that anymore 
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