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Stephanie Leann Poem
A muffled voice barely audible
his words are ice
cold enough to freeze the warmest heart
My Heart
As heavy as lead
slowly drowning me
pulling me into a never ending abyss
Darkness
Silence
Emotions
my own madness taking control
surrounded by my own desperation
the more I struggle
the more I become the rusty weather worn anchor
oxygen deprived lungs
Burning
gasping at any change to feel alive
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Love is a journey,
a thrilling ride.
Love is a camera,
full of memories.
Love is a battlefield,
bound in blood.
Love is the smell of rain,
after a storm.
Love is a slippery slope,
leading to neverland.
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Puffing circles of smoke in the crisp air
Smoke slowly dissipating concealing innocence
swimming in my mind, sinking into bliss
Dozing off while smoking grass
My friends were a mirror and I was reflection.
We were always broke, no money for gas
Sleeping till noon, only to see the moon.
Pitching in money to get a pack of cigarettes just to stay on track
How i miss those days, getting lost in our Neverland
I loved my boys, their expeditions were mine
We all found each other in the loneliest times
It's been ages since i last saw their faces
As memories fade, i will keep these days entangled in my mind till I die
never forgetting the short time when I felt alive
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Overcome by sorrow
confusion
as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
you follow me
clung to me like a boy who needs his mother
desperation in your eyes
fire in your core
like a flame engulfing life
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***This poem is a work in progress, i would love suggestions on how to add to this or how to improve it. I would also appreciate some bold words to use in this poem. Ill finish this poem, promise**
-xoxo Stephanie leann
With just this pen and paper i will fall down the rabbit hole.
"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"
Getting lost in my own mind.
My Wonderland
traveling far and wide in seek of my messenger.
“we're all mad here” chattered Hatter, sipping on liquid mercury.
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I long for your touch.
I see you but the once familiar twinkle in your eye is now gone.
A hollow shell of what once was.
I can see your hurt and feel your pain.
They say the Eyes are the window to the Soul
A tinted window, perhaps.
The one that keeps us apart.
Your hands on the window, mine on yours.
The glass reflects your smile.
I exhale and watch as they come take you away.
The essence of me Caught on the window
A trail of condensation, slowly fading.
Tell next week my friend.
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