A Part of Me

This is a place to publish all my poetry that I've written since junior high school. The ones I wrote first will post first and you probably will be able to tell a teenager wrote them. HA. But as they progress I hope they became more insightful and even inspired. Some have definite themes to the writing style, flow, or continuity that I hope people will catch onto.

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Location: Iowa, United States

Monday, August 02, 2004


Hidden behind an open book,
Is what you can’t see with just one look.

Hidden is the pain stricken face.
Reality slips at a speeding pace.

Hidden are the tears that fall.
A worn tissue takes care of it all.

Hidden are the troubles of the day.
As night passes, I feel it just doesn’t pay.

Hidden is my love for you,
‘cause you can’t say you love me too.

Hidden is the way I feel,
For I don’t know what is real.

Hidden are the words I want to say,
‘cause I’m afraid they’ll turn you away.

Hidden in my drawer is a sharpen knife,
But that can’t be my escape from life.

Hidden is all you can’t find,
‘cause you think it’s only in my mind.

By: Lori Kinnison Fortmann


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