I said last night that I would post the rest of my short stack of poems when I got home, but it was uber late. I am posting them now though. The next three I wrote for my creative writing class. They each come from different ideas. The first two (Alone in Her Vacant Eyes and Behind the Broken Walls of My Heart) are in no way related to me personally. They are snippets I've taken from some of my writing and thought it would make a really good poem for class. The last one (No Tears to Shed) is directly with my feelings on a fight I had with my dad and it is what I plan on giving him when I move out...:unsure:...I just don't know what that is going to be anymore. Anywho! Here is the first one:

She sits alone,
Her eyes vacant and unknown.
She doesn't speak,
Yet you know she wants
What she cannot have.
You know she wants you,
But you can't give her that.
Your bottles push her away,
But without it you don't feel whole.

You walk over and
Sit next to her.
She doesn't turn,
Doesn't even blink.
She sits alone,
Even when you're there;
You've become
A stranger to her.

You touch her hand,
She pulls back.
You touch her cheek.
She pulls back.

She finally looks at you,
But she's not he same person
She was before.
She's alone now.
Alone in her vacant eyes.

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Aww, that poem is so sad. :cry:

It's good though, I like how you had her seem so alone even though the guy was right there with her.

*smiles* Thanks! I didn't think of it that way....:D