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Lots of people will post poetry they just wrote two minutes earlier, so I will try it too. Don't criticize me too bad, this is my first try. : )
Untitled as of yet

tick, tick, tick,
the clock continuously
clicks and it ticks
as more time passes,
and still the
tap, tap, tap
of the tree against
the window
drives me crazy,
so the tick,
the tick,
the tick is in my hair,
get it OUT!

As I tap, tap, tap
my restraints against
the cold, hard, metal bed
I lay upon and
stare blank eyed
towards the window to freedom
my life blood
drip,
drip,
drips
from the severed veins
once again torn open,
and my time
tick, tick, ticks
and is up.

Alright, that was really weird for me. I've never just sat there and written something that other people were going to see without revising it a hundred or so times. So, I apologize if it sucks, but oh well. Little effort was put into it. ; )

~Ciara, Dragonback rider

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drip, drip, drip,
the blood of an
unborn child drips,
from the mother
who feels her own pain,
who will never see
the child with no name,
as the blood of pain
drip, drip, drips...

Wrote that 3 years ago, typed from memory.

~Cia

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Tumbling, falling,
dropping,
to wake with a start
in a cold sweat.
Vertigo pulled me
over the edge
and then I fell.
Approaching the earth
at a rapid speed.
The sheets tangled
around my legs,
As sweat drips
from my brow,
awake now, I can
still see my
helpless body falling.
Down,
down,
down into a
bottomless pit.
My arm dangles
over the edge
of the bed,
and again I am
in sleep.
Being pulled towards something,
towards the edge,
the edge of the roof.
Standing on the edge
looking down,
down to the busy
street below.
With one last breath,
taking one small step
onto a fluffy little cloud,
then nothing but
tumbling, falling,
dropping.
But this time I awake
with a start
to a white light,
a bright place
where I am
surrounded in warmth
and others in white
like me.
Never to be afraid again.

~Ciara, 9/11/97