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I wrote these:

Don't Let Me Go

The Teardrop

Broken hearts, harsh words,
Frustration's child, affection's denial.
approval lacking, fear's consumption,
unending pain, emotion's junction...

Gifts of love, cherished friends,
Spontaneous laughter, happy ever-after.
New beginnings, rekindled fires,
Accomplishments, heart's desires...

At the crossroads where both meet,
There lies the soul's sweet retreat.

Mighty is the teardop which descends
   Upon the mask of the heart,
Filled with an amalgamation of sensations,
The free-falling sentiments loosed in the dark.

It heals the concerns of my being,
   My soul's ally,
The teardrop helps me cope, and this is
   Why I cry...

I miss you so much, I'm lonesome tonight.
I wish you were here so that you'd make it right.
This love we share is tearing me apart,
But always I'll find you deep down in my heart.

Then I get into bed and dream in the night.
I want you here (with me) holding me tight.

(I beg you) Please, don't let me go.
   Wrap your arms around me;
   I'll be safe and we'll be happy.
   It's killing me; I need you to know:
Please, don't let me go.

I sit in my room and thoughts fill my head,
While pondering over conversations we've had.
Oh, how it pains me when we're apart.
How frightened I feel alone in the dark.

Soon I get into bed and dream in the night.
I want you here (with me) holding me tight.

(and I say) Please, don't let me go.
   How can I tell you, how do I let you know?
   All I do is stare at your photo (and whisper)
Please, don't let me go.

Protect me from fear and all that I woe,
Oh, Please, don't let me go.

(I didn't write this one)

I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.

I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do
That you might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try to understand
I need you to accept what you see.

So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off;
I feel naked, bare, and cold.
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are my friend, as pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn't understand.

So please protect me, my dear friend,
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush
Until I love me, too.

I wrote this but I have no clue how I got the idea for this one. The title is:

What If...

What if you went outside and heard no sound?
What if your feet never came off the ground?
What if emotions were something never felt,
Would it be like ice over fire, refusing to melt?

What if one day there was world starvation?
Who is going to save our dying nation?
What if, as night turns, stars cease to shine?
What would happen if there were no existence of time?

What if we never tasted, nor even touched?
How would it feel to be hated so much?
What if opportunity were just a brick wall?
And, what if I never loved you at all?

I was selected as a semi-finalist by the Internation Library of Poetry. This poem is copyrighted in my name. You can see it published in a book entitled Nature's Echoes

Into my own--Robert Frost

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as t'were, the merest mask of gloom,
But streteched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highways where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should ever turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if I still held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

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