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Angst Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Angst

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IN PITS OF PAIN


Inside scrapings of darkness how restless and doomed, the bellow crashing in like an agonized moon; the tunnel hears blood whooshing in pits full of rain, hurling damn imaginings of her fetus’ pain, wails rip through the stained window and grinds near right lung, heart reeks for a babe frozen knowing breath is gone; if I could pluck her memories from uterine wall, to touch sun’s glint christening new eyes on dawn’s call. ----------- *Sadly,research estimates that approximately 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage; and most women experience a grief period during such occurrences. For Susan's If These Walls Could Talk Contest


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you are you

Where do I go ?
What should I do?
Cannot mistake 
My feelings about you.
Running behind,
Making mistakes,
What do I give?
What do I take?
You seem to know 
What I should do 
But, you're not me
You are you...

Empty feelings,
of being alone.
I cannot wait
until you're not home.
You yell, you scream
You make mistakes.
But now it's different,
it's O.K.
You seem to know 
What I should do
But, you're not me 
You are you...

Undying surface
Emmenseful pain
You have no knowledge
that's what I'll gain.
Crucial arrogance,
times go bad.
I'll always remember,
I have no Dad.
You seem to know 
What I should do
But, you're not me 
You are you...


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Soul of a Shoe

I once adorned you with style and grace
My God this truly is an atrocious place

My soul is worn and molded to you
This place is so surreal, yet it is true 

Nothing but pain and fear now fills a face
That once polished me with style and grace

I now sit here upon this massive pile
How in the world can that Nazi smile?

As I sit here on this pile lonely and blue
I fear to think what has become of you

As I sit here upon this pile of deceit
I wish I could comfort your feet

Regardless of what these Nazi’s do
I’m so proud to have been your shoe

 


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Just What I Am

I am a free spirit in a cage
Locked away I can’t fly
I need the open space
I’ve been beaten and broken
Scars run deep bleeding
My spirit clipped
My heart unmended
Save me set me free
Let me fly let me soar
Unlock this cage of mine
Throw open the door wide
Take these chains from me
Let me fly let me soar
Forever free.


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Life of an Atom

Day in and day out, white coated lab rats try chopping me into smaller and smaller pieces as if I was no more significant than a carrot or an onion.  Enough, already. 
 
But there’s more.  Those irrational humans throw piles of money at
Elongated underground tunnels for the sole purpose
Of smashing me into nano-somethings.
I could think of better ways to spend a Sunday.

When those “geniuses” get bored with trying to split me, 
They attach little circular imposters together with pins.
Why they revel in their intelligence by playing
With clown noses is beyond me.

To be born an atom is exhausting,
But I’ll outlast every one of
Those meddling humans.
You’ll see!


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If Her Walls Could Talk


Tortured heart falls in pieces to the floor of a broken home. Fear hides; the hollow chest caves like walls in wake of terror. Doors slam; screams lunge, strangled in silence. Swallow the pill of deceit 'til numbness follows. Black and blue fades to purple behind dark glasses. Paisley wallpaper cloaks shame, marks of frailty, an attempt at occlusion. Her natal star gleams; she knows not her arc of strength. If walls could expose seclusion... If only she escaped, lifted the veil; if only her walls could help and not jail. If only the fear would die at first dawn; if only the walls were friends to lean on. written September 10, 2012 for If These Walls Could Talk contest *dizain rhyme scheme ending in two couplets.


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FILTHY AIR

SO MUCH IN THE WORLD SUCH AS ANGER, HURT, CONFUSION AND MISTRUST.

SO MANY HATERS IT COULD OVERFLOW THE EARTH SHATTERING THE INNOCENT.

A COLD REALITY THAT REALLY BITES THE DUST.

SHAKING THE FRAGILE AND KILLING THE STRONG.

WHERE THE RIGHT ARE ACCUSED OF BEING WRONG.

PEACE IS BEING TESTED AND TRIALS ARE SET.

WHERE FIRE IS BLAZING AND A THUNDERSTORM IS BEING MET.

ROCKY ROADS ARE SLIDING AND BEING FLIPPED.

WHERE THE HARD-WORKING AND HONEST ARE BEING SKIPPED.

FILTHY AIR HAS NO CHOICE OF PERSON.

THEY SEEK THE WEAK AND TRY TO TEAR DOWN THE HUMBLE AND MEEK.

NO ONE CAN EVER EXPECT WHAT IS TO COME.

BUT A WAVE THAT CANNOT BE DEFINED.

FIGHTING IS THE ONLY WAY OUT.

TO SHOW THE FILTHY AIR WHAT LIFE IS TRULY ABOUT.


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Advice From A Solid Foundation

Hush little one I see and hear your tears
If only I could comfort you and squelch your fears.
I feel your fists pounding against my walls
I'll be with you no matter what trouble befalls 
Your foster mother will one day have to face her fate
Don't let her teach you the meaning of the word hate
You are a wonderful child and have done nothing wrong
You must not let her break your spirit, please stay strong
Ignore her vulgar words, let them wash over you
Don't take it to heart, it's definitely not true
The bruises she inflicts will one day cease
I feel your anguish, use me as your release.
Make your dents on me to ease some distress
Frustration and anger you should never suppress
I want you as strong and solid as my own foundation
Please don't succumb to her inflicted demoralization
One day you'll be grown and will have a heart of gold
But for now my walls will watch, listen and always enfold.


Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name	~ If These Walls Could Talk.


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Remonstrations of a Mask

Remonstations of a Mask

My face fits over yours
As if it was made for you...
This is, after all,
What I was made to do...
I am a mask- or maybe
I am a shield, it seems
Like sometimes
I am expected to be 
Both things at once;
Either way, I suppose
You feel better hidden
Behind me...
Thus, I've become
Someone else's face,
Or my face becomes 
Someone else's body-
Either way, you are
Taking my identity
And claiming it as your own;
I am the default scapegoat-
But no one pays attention
To the remonstrations of a mask
Claiming identity theft;
Of course, having an identity
Seems to require a soul,
And my eyes are empty holes;
They are only your windows,
So I guess I have no way
Of proving I had a Creator, too-
You are now standing before
The world, and tell them
You are... whoever you 
Want to be...
I have become whoever you
Want me to be-
I never had the choice 
To be anyone! And now-
They are all studying my face...
They are asking who I am-
But my Creator, while he
Gave me lips, never bestowed
The power of Voice-
So suddenly I am
Whoever you tell them I am...
Won't you tell them that I
Am not you? Couldn't I... 
Be someone too?
Of course not...
I was only created so you
Could be anyone.


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I Despise It

I can’t digest it, but I must,
forced to the stepped on and spat on,
my ideals and my thoughts
I see no great dawn,
only the darkness of rage
- accept it I must,
captive in my cage
NO! – accept it I’ll not!
I’ll not live in a cage,
nor will I fear the darkness of rage
nor be stepped on
or spat on or worse,
my pride a gift or maybe a curse
I despise, it I hate it
It hates me back,
these thoughts and ideals,
which ones do I trust?
I despise it I do,
but digest it I must


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