LETTERS TO NO ONE

By Hannah Charlton

The following poems are about time passing you by. Its about
losing focus on whats important to you and to you alone. Its
about rediscovering yourself before it is too late.

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Time is passing
Before you know it,
You have grown old

Remember the good times

Times of freedom and happiness
Times where times were good.

Memories have been kept

They will be remembered

Dont let time pass you by

One minute, a small bud, bringing beauty to your world
The next?
A dried grey leaf as old as time

Promise me
Time is slipping through your fingers
Turn the clock

Before its too late

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Meaningless Happiness
Find your happy place?
You tell me to find my happy place but all I see is white
Im alone.
There is nothing around me
What could that mean?
That Im better off by myself?
That I cant be happy?
Maybe I deserve to have nothing
Maybe its up to me to make my own happiness
But how can I feel happy if Im an empty shell?
How can I find happiness if Im dead inside?

Dream on, Mon Cherie.

Mon Cherie
This is nothing but a day dream
The light night breeze, the quiet chatter
Its nothing but a daydream.
The cobblestones lead the pathway into a life we barely touched with the tips of our
fingers
Mon Cherie
The stars above us cant stop our dreams
The moon cant stop time from slipping away from us
Close your eyes
Continue to dream
Mon Cherie

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There are so many options
So many students
So many different personalities
How can I help them all?
She wants to do engineering
He wants to act
What if thats not what they want to do
They could change their mind
All that time wasted
Gained credits that they dont even need
Their time is running out

Its dark in here

I cant see
There are voices inside my head
And they wont go away
There is something in the shadows.
I feel safe.
The shadows whisper
They whisper my name

I am blind
I can feel
Inhale
Exhale

As I sit here

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Time is passing me by
The trees grow
Birds above
Time is passing us all
The sun goes higher and higher in the sky
Everything is the same
Time is passing me by

Is this real?
It cant be
There is so much calm and peace.
It seems like everything is okay
But I know its not okay
Its all just a ruse
Its all lies
The calm is covering the chaos
The peace lies about the hell that is about to be rained upon us
Confliction tears at each other like two starving wolves fighti9ng over food
Conflict fuels the lies
The lies
Its what keeps us sane
Lies for our own good
You have such a breakable mind
It would be a shame to see it shatter
But maybe thats what you need
To have your mind opened up to see
To see whats really in front of us
The dream is to be at calm and at peace with the world
But not all dreams come true

The following poem is an imitation of a spoken word poem.

Im sorry.
Im sorry
I know it doesnt mean much to you anymore
But it feels like I should say it
Not much can be said anyways
Its such a small word, you know?
5 letters.
Who knew 5 letters could speak a thousand words?
5 letters of unspoken tears.
It burns the back of my throat as I scream your name as you slam the door behind
you,
Its the anger in your eyes as I cry and hold my hands up to protect myself,
Its the roses on your brothers grave.
Its a small word,
Only 5 letters,
And it can leave us feeling so empty inside.
Im sorry.
I can see it in your eyes,
You are too, I know you are.
And darling, its okay.
Its okay, I forgive you.
I will always forgive you.
Im sorry.
I know it doesnt mean anything
I ruined that.
Just as I ruined everything else.
5 fucking letters,
That dont mean a damn thing.

Well, darling, Ill tell you

Life for me aint no rock show
Its had blackouts
And mosh pits
And voices lost
Bruised.
But all the time
Ive just kept on rocking
Slamming on that six-string
Putting dimes in that jukebox
Finding the music in the dive bar
So, Darling dont you change
Dont you stop head-banging now
Cause you find it kinda hurting
Dont let the pit take you down
Im still rocking, Darling
And life for me hasnt been a rock show

Things I love:
1. Punk music
2. Different colored hair

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3. Words
4. Love
5. Italy
6. The smell of old books
7. The smell of new books
8. The look of black ink on clean white paper with perfect lettering
9. The sound of typing on a type writer
10.My boyfriends voice after not hearing him all day
11.Romantic movies where the guy gets the girl that he worked his ass off to get
12.Classical music
13.A big fluffy sweater that just came out of the dryer
14.Honey Cruller, Apple Fritter and Sour Cream Glazed Timbits
15.Getting my eyeliner perfect
16.The feeling of my boyfriends cheek pressed against mine
17.Kisses on the cheek
18.The feeling of someone playing with my hair or drawing circles on my back
19.Silence
20.Loud chatter in a bar
21.Thunderstorms at 3 in the morning
22.Caffeine

How Do I Know Im Loved?

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I turn to my darling
As he smiles at me
Whats wrong? he asks.
I simply shrugged and ask,
Why do you love me?
He looks at me with those fair green eyes,
He smiled, kissed my forehead and held my hand,
And he said, Well my love,
The first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were it,
The first time I held your hand, I didnt ever want to let go,
I promised you that Ill be right beside you when you fall down,
That every time I kissed you,
I fell harder for you.
When I hear you cry,
Ill wipe your tears away and hold you until the world is nicer to you
Every time you hold me,
I am safe and not alone anymore.
And I promise you,
One day,
Ill marry you.
And thats how I know that Im loved.

Ode to a Pen
Oh my old friend,
The messenger who speaks a thousand words
So much power you hold
The pen is mightier than the sword
Theres no doubt about that no

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The ink not only is paper deep,
But skin deep
The ink flows through my veins
Its a part of me and how I have come to be
Thank you old friend
For the love letters,
And the suicide notes,
For all the thoughts that are too heavy for my tongue
Thank you, old friend

Goodbye and Good Riddance

Goodbye my friend
The life you have lived will never be forgotten
Too young to leave us
Im sorry this happened to you
To you
Of all people
Once, smiling,
Making a name for yourself
And now?
6 feet under
And soon will be nothing more than a pile of dirt
Goodbye my lover
Im sorry I did this to you
It was all too much
I loved you
If I couldnt have you
Than no one could
6 feet under

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Is not far enough
Once, you were smiling just for me
I was going to take your name
And now?
6 feet under
No one could have loved you more than I could.

Not All Monologues Need To Be Dramatic

Oh no!
Not another dramatic monologue!
Just another rant going on about how sad you are
Or something about politics
Or how stupid the education system is
Yes straight people make gay people sick
Yes rape victims needs to have their say
But do not use my weakness as your muse
I am not a subject in your poem
You are not me
Stop saying you know what its like
Because you dont

The End

My dear,
Its time for you to go now.
Its okay,
Everything will be okay.
Just close your eyes,
Say goodnight,

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Well meet again.
One day,
Ill see you again.
It is okay,
My love.
The pain will end soon
Just sleep.

The Definition of Poetry

Whatever the fuck you want it to mean.