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Best Poems Written by Shannon Beale

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Broken Chain

Tired of living up to a standard of malice.
Passed down through genetics like a gold encrusted chalice.

Fed up with the undeserved smile.
By the enemy, of the enemy, of the friend you haven't seen in a while.

No longer provoked by the inept lover; 
To try too hard for something that is felt no longer.  

I'm to pave a path worth venturing. 
Not a broken road that just causes injury.

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Shiftless Insanity

I'll take some time to dance with my demons.
I'll take some time to speak with my angels.
I'll take some time to think for myself. 
I'll take the time to fulfill their requests. 

Then, I'll shiftlessly shift through memories of times past;
Unlock corridors and peek through mirrors;
Hoping to find the clearer message, that was once written, just for me;
Because in reverse contexts, it will surely make sense. 

But to no end, I bend, to see under thrice turned stones and still come out empty handed.
Trice with might, I'll break through deadbolt doors for a glimpse;
Just to make sure my skeletons are still in their rightful places;
Before I lock them away once again, to rattle in their own disgraces. 

Then, I'll take some time to dance with my demons.
I'll take some time to speak with my angels.
I'll take some time to think for myself. 
I'll take the time to fulfill their requests. 
Then I'll continue to search for the rest.

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Private Storms

Restless lullabies deviously pollute my sheepish mind.
Kindly weighted bones keep my soul nestled, 
So as to not yet, let it be harmed.

Choking on desert air,
Taking in hollowed breaths from a collapsed chest.
Reconciled tissues release tension of strenuous times.

The only one privy to my silent weather.
Storms in my entrails collide to atom walls.
My outer exterior wilts to such thunderous qualms. 
My private storms are never calm...

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Eclipsed

Ample words from bloated chests, 
won't rest until the messages crest.  

Moving through phases of covered stresses, 
that are just shadowed mirrors from larger troubled messes.  

Covert grievances, rise with the tide; during their full revealing. 
And shine light through the crevices, that have not yet completed their healing.

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Adult Warded

Dark corners, beige walls.
Scribbles telling you to "Beware, Be Aware."
The shadows pass and a woman croons. 
"Let me buy my milk, 2 percent."
Laugh it off, "Get some rest."
Deep emotions for a "child".
"You're an adult now." 
Welcome to the crowd.

This isn't my place, I thought. 
Still just a "child".
Denial runs amuck.
"I'm fine. I'm great. I think it's time for me to leave this place."
Persuasive language takes its toll.
"That's fine! That's great!"
I'm finally back at home plate. 

But then the voices come.
Loud and fierce.
Shades of red and a glare that pierce.
A conscious takes it leave. 
Back to the dark corners and unwelcome friends. 
That one soggy puzzle piece, too warped to fit in.
The lamp that only flickers off.
A friend who couldn't be a friend from the start. 

And it's clear once again.
That I am lost. 
So I checked back in to those dark corners and beige walls. 
"Let me buy my milk, 2 percent"
I'm an adult now, I think I'll get some rest.

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Simple Questions With No Answers

When the hopeful become the hopeless.
How do the hopeless find hope?  

When the light fades and bares to be noticed. 
Until it dims so low, you can no longer see it. 
Then the blind follow, the deaf, as the entirety goes mute. 
Who then would lead who?

Where do the sinful seek opposition to perpetuate their sin?
If the opposed seek sin and wash their feet in the vast circle?
As to say they're "Only testing the water." 
But the winds changed, so they'll end up submerged tomorrow. 

Where is balance if not united in its center? 
Once made a pendulum to swing free, where do you ever know to settle? 
When the other can gather weight as well?
How could they ever meet directly in the middle?

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The Weight To Bare

Irrelevant notions and unrequited motions,
move me to a separate shore. 

I dive into complicated coves and muddled waters. 
To only be drowned,
by the weight of my own.

Washed atop a jagged ridge, 
I'm frigid by the cold. 
The cold feeling of desperate breath, I'll soon realize I'm alone. 

In this vast ocean, I'll have to dive.
Because to stay on this cold stoned bed...alone.
I'd surely die.

But where do I swim?
But towards rough waters.
For those waves, push me.
They push me farther.

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To Be One

I want to be free.
I want to feel the infinite.
Be infinite.
I want to be the bush in the sun,
Nourish myself from the warmth
Through my roots,
I'll quench my thirst.
I will dry and whither but my seed will stay to grow another.
To be warmed, quenched, dried and withered.

I want to be a flame strike from a match.
For just that moment.
To know to burn so fiercely and brightly.
Even for that moment,
To take a deep breath and strive in wind.
Whip with confidence, even for that moment.
The irony of that exhaled breath to snuff me,
Would not suffocate my strength. 
My warmth still felt, still burns and smokes. 

I want to be a star, shine only in the truest of darkness. 
I want to live for billions of years, 
Watch the planets age.
Watch the meteors fight.
I want to burn my brightness before I fade. 
To fade. 
To die. 
To become a shadow of the darkness. 
To be one with the universe.