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Erika Raiken Poem
What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!
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This is getting crazy
Fire burning everywhere
All because of Late
We fight for our right
Don’t be held down
Let’s riot!
Be you, no one else
Fight for your right
The fight will burn into the night
Let’s rebel, let’s riot!
Anarchy is our rebel yell
We’ve been turned down
Pushed around
Stared at
Let’s burn this mother down
The Rejects will rule now
Screw your rules
Let’s start a Revolution
Glass shatters
Put up your fists
RIOT!
Fight for your right to be you!
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Faith lost, love failed
All because of what's unveiled.
And in this pain I have been jailed.
It was not you, it was all me
And no one else will ever see
How these things all came to be
But now it's lost, now it's gone
I watch the sky for signs of dawn
Yet I never played you as my pawn.
I hid in dark, I hid in lies
I kept it all from dark brown eyes
I now await for harsh goodbyes.
No one will see, no one will hear
The reasons I held these secrets dear
Yet visions' still blurred by means of tears
I watched you rise, I watched you grow
And that's why you did not know
The deceit I had yet to show.
It was your laugh, it was your smile
That kept me quiet all the while
Trudging every single mile
You own my soul, you own my heart
I can not bear for us to part
Let me help the healing start
I am a human, I am a girl
And mistakes come about and whirl
Causing rivers of silver pearls
You do not believe, you do not trust
This healing process is a must
The reliance will rise up from the dust
It will take long, it will take time
And many, many clocks will chime
Until our love's back in it's prime
I love you now, I love you forever
Please let us spend it all together
I want to part not now, not ever.
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I thought you’d want to play with me, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d let me sit on your knees and read the comics with you, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to color with me, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to take a walk, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d hug me when I was scared, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to go fishing, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to ride bikes, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to play ball, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to help me pick the new puppy out, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to catch fireflies with me, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to watch T.V. with me, so I asked
But you didn’t
I thought you’d want to play checkers with me, so I asked
But you didn’t
I got older, and I thought you’d want to attend my wedding, so I asked
But you didn’t
You thought I knew you loved me, so you asked me to come home from Iraq safely
But I didn’t
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“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet
A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”
Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011
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You are The Keeper of it all
The books, the knowledge, tales of the sea
The inscription of lectures
The story of our history
You are The Keeper of it all
The story of the knight
The haunting tales of ghosts and ghouls
The tale of those in ever lasting fright
You are The Keeper of it all
The fiction and the non
The science and the historical
The politics, pro and con
You are The Keeper of it all
The amazing fairy tales
The stories of princesses
The fables of fishermen and mighty gales
You are The Keeper of it all
The astonishing tales of woe
The Wizard of Oz, the Wicked Witch
The story of The Fox and Crow
You are The Keeper of it all
Still a friend to me
You hold my hand and show us
What the world could be
You are The Keeper of it all
Just a simple friend
You are the Librarian
The Keeper ‘till the end
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Even in the dark, it doesn't feel right.
Even in the silence, I know it isn't you.
But I'm young, and I'm scared,
And he gets me through.
The first was lips,
Just a sweet, common meeting.
Only, I can't call myself his anymore.
It was a moment, short and fleeting,
But I won't belong to him ever again.
Three rotations around the star, He is all I know, so I let it be.
He promised it was friendship, and he wanted nothing more.
Then why is this happening to me?
The drink swims in my brain,
Watching the waves lap at the shore,
And I can't remember a damn thing,
I don't remember a thing more.
Scared. I was scared.
So, silent I was.
My heart was hidden, lies were snared.
I made the dark vacuum seem like a torrent of sound.
When his ideas of happily ever after fell through,
He ran with one last plan.
He ran squealing like a pig to you,
And I almost lost everything I wanted.
I let the lies break,
I let the tears fall,
Because although seventeen,
I felt so very small.
I promised, I swore,
And to that I've kept true. I
I've never again
Cheated on you.
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Rising is the Blue Moon.
An amazing sight to behold.
You won't see one again very soon.
They are beautiful, I was told.
The night wears on.
We stare at this amazing sight.
Before we know it, it's almost gone.
It is the end of the night.
And as the Blue Moon sets;
I will hold you in my arms.
And watch the sight fall.
I protect you from all the harms,
I choose you over all.
The Blue Moon dissapears
Behind a dark horizon
It won't be back for many years
When it returns, my time will have been long done.
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The waves they rock
This ship so fierce
'Twas silent night
Now screams do pierce.
The waves they roll
And curl and crash
We watch with fear
On rocks waves smash.
The morrow comes
The sky is bright
Our ship survived
The stormy night
The waves, they lap
Upon the sand
We safely dock
Upon this land.
Neptune the sweet
A lulling force
The night has shown
His maddened course
We move so swift
From Triton's lair
The trees are thick
The valley's fair.
I sink my toes
Into the earth
And thank Mother
Who gave this birth.
This world can be
So treacherous
Yet Her beauty
Is clear to us.
I see sunlight
Dappling the ground
Carpet of leaves
Of Autumn found
She's a Temptress
Beauty unmatched
Gentle and fair
Our hearts are snatched
Yet like all Eve's
Her temper's foul
Her seas deadly
Her winds do howl
Turn on a dime
And see Her morph
Your wife's fury
Is just a dwarf.
So watch with love
But watch with fear
And hold Her close
To your heart dear.
Nature Divine
Nature Fair
Nature Changing
Nature Beware
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.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life.
Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of
love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the
truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin.
We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak
accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding
into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream
from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic
purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are
the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes
to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies
appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja-
vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we
call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle
like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy.
A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging
hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse,
not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never
remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape.
We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and
the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but
stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while
scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We
survived.
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