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The tree on the corner was ancient. She sagged under the heat of the sun, but when it rained, Her canopy became a weathered shield. Steady, tested, and true.
There is no looking out of a single celled room, an externally locked door, and a four barred window. This isn't my reality. The Fall. Hold on tight, do not let go The fall might be a wrecking blow. The rope hanging, unable to bear, The threads pulling, threatening to tear. While you hear the lines' last call to rip,.
Feeling The Pain. Its just there, On my bosom, Just there. Centre point. It feels heavy, This weight is wrapped, Front of my chest, Penetrates my soul. Takes away, Joy,. Haibun - In Remembrance. Damp and dreary today dawns, settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh. Mo u rning mists my glasses as I shuffle through leaves fast becoming grey; contemplate life slipping away silently without fanfare.
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Darkness Will Surround You. In the dark Is where you will find yourself If you do not shape up And get some help Avoid hanging around bad company For they are the ones who bring you down There is a cloudy scenery. They walk, full of confidence with their bright red feet Moving their heads to the rythem of the city red eyes, staring far away, into a distant memory.
My Broken Poem. I Find Myself. I find myself lost in the ocean but not the one that you think of when you think 'ocean' the liquid is my own thoughts drowning my talents discouraging my mind the water ever-deepening. Your deep blue eyes. And so, she cried. She dragged her self across the jagged ledges of dispair Looking to the dark she begged if anyone were there Her cry a plea that carried on a whisper in the night. Where do you go when you have no one to turn to?
When the lines of love you had, you've simply burned through What do you do when hearts lie broken, shattered particals like sand The tiny spark, the invisible pen, marks all you see but cannot read. That little hope, it still burns faint, the fire burns, always.
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I tossed it back into your sea and poisoned the wildlife, killed off its resources. The water grew toxic so I couldn't swim. My head is spinning and is thinking about things other than this world,. Beautiful Things. We are only trying to help you You are surrounded by darkness Keep messing around with narcotics And you will drown in sadness Things will disappear bit by bit The walls are caving in. The words on the tip of her tongue are like daggers Gliding through silence, stabbing at past memories, Slicing open old wounds.
It hurts - healing. Lost Poetry. Lost Not the magical lost you get when you go to Disney Or walk into your favorite store Not the dreamy sort of lost you feel when you stare into a pair of eyes or a really good book.
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- The Natural Theory of DEALISM: Quest for a Better Understanding Between Humanity and Nature for A Better World.
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- Volume I – Forty Shades of Pink.
Long Forgotten. I should not be ashamed of how I feel And its okay to express your emotions Mainly it taught me that I am beautiful. Seaside: A Note to Sadness. Bang, Bang. You Shot Me Down. You broke my heart and let me drown. You lost sight of what we had. You didnt care if it hurt so bad. To Find An Escape. Poetry has taught me how to write to escape the world and problems that seem unbearable. It has taught me to turn them into thoughts and feelings of beauty. Shedding away their misery, along a sea of glass. Do not waste your life away Hanging around the wrong crowd For they have nowhere to go They are obnoxious and loud The more that you ally yourself with them Nothing but trouble and turmoil will appear.
The Girl in Love with the Moon. The Voice Of Hope. Poetry has taught me that I have a voice. And that if I want to suffer in silence, that is my choice. It has taught me that everyone is like a walking puzzle piece. If we all speak up, we can be complete.
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- Places Ive Never Been.
- Get Out the Hood.
- The Well of Loneliness.
- The Welbourne Papers.
What poetry means to me. What poetry has taught me is how to be true, Even though sometimes I haven't a clue. When I feel upset or mad, I pick up my pencil and paper pad.
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I write down my worries, my future, my fears,. My emotions belong in a cage, Eventually, slowly, hesitantly plotting a war to wage. Internal Conflict. I hesitate. Replaying your comment in my head. Say something.
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Say anything. Speak up. Speak OUT. But enough though I want to, I don't say anything. I don't. A Story of Two Friends. It started slow and subtle this friendship strong Quiet hellos went two years long Yet connection was there between the heart. You said some things. Shadow Made of Paper. The Waltz. Why do we do this stupid little dance? It's very well coordinated and I know the steps by heart But you don't seem to understand that with each twist and turn we destroy what we have It's broken down into simple steps.
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I still remember…That night…I was only fourThe bright stars shone through the glistening dark seasI hugged my father for the last timeFelt the touch of his hands for the last time. Pure Negligence. How can a parent not care for their child? Nothing but pure negligence on their part Sadly, there was a lack of supervision Right from the start A dark scenery on display With lots of sorrow. Time Keeps Slipping Away. Time keeps slipping away Nothing will ever get done And you get that melancholy feeling You won't be able to see that sun You have fallen behind a great deal There are areas that need improvement.
Dark Daze. There I sat in the darkness. A Few Adjustments. The desks were arranged into a U in the 5th grade class. Strange plants in tiny pots lined the windowsill. The Liquid Death. Whiskey is like liquid death in a bottle. The man is excided to see the newborn bottle of whiskey in his hands His addiction is uncontrollable when the bottle is empty People find that he smells of death itself.
Covered in Daggers. Hello my demons will you let me sleep? Tears of Alcohol.