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Best Poems Written by Ellie Anne

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Eternal Insomnia

Dull passivity 
Trapped in an ominous haze 
Idle anxiousness

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Two-Faced Anthropoid

I am a man of two faces
One face for the eyes of the world
The other face for when I close the door
Behind this door, you don't want to see
the face that cowers behind this door
A face which reveals itself in the sullen, 
Cimmerian shadows 
Most people will not accept this face
Most people will prefer if the mask 
I wear for the eyes of the world 
remain glued onto myself so tightly
that it will hardly slip
That when I hide behind my door
at the end of the day, the mask
becomes painful to peel
Like removing duct tape off fur 
Strands of beastly pelage
ripped out of my fragile, mortal skin
and become a part the face
I struggle so hard to keep on 
in the hours of the Sun
I lose a bit of myself and 
question my morality 
The constant switch between 
these two faces grow tedious
and exhausting
I even start to ask myself, 
"why?"
An infinite, internal war
plagues me and I lose my mind
Why must the world be so hedonic 
and blind? 
The truth is, they are not blind
They all wear masks too
And at the end of the day,
when their doors are shut and the 
curtains have closed, 
The masks slip and a burdening
sigh of relief is released.

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Searching For Salvation

Trembling in the cold
Suffering in the darkness
Longing for the light

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The Man Who Refused Water

I had a glass of water
I gave it to you, 
And you splashed it all over me
Because you believe 
You'll taint the water 
Or the water will cease to be water 
If it's given to you 
So you choose to remain parched 
Skin dry, lips cracked, hair brittle 
It's plain to see you're thirsty
You crave that water 
But you'll never take it 
And I can't help but think you're foolish 
For denying yourself 
For restricting yourself from happiness 
And salvation from man

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Distant Dear

I feel as if we've met
But we have never touched
We've shared but many words
Although, none escaped our lips
Hearts flutter and faces flushed
Our words arouse our eyes
A mass of land and a bed of
blue brine
Are what pains my heart the most
Like a songbird in a golden cage,
Freedom is in sight
But what use is what lays before my eyes
if what I long for isn't tangible? 
One day, my distant dear
You'll stand before my face
Two missing pieces will mesh 
Off to a land of verdurous pasture
Afar from the curse of man
Where our souls will thrive
and intertwine
And happiness will no longer be, 
something we tire our feet on chasing.

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Twilight of Misery

Distant volcano vents bedim 
the ever-changing azure welkin 
Drunk off demons carousing amuck 
in my metaphysical crepuscule

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Buddha's Smirk

Palm trees and bamboo tower
above me 
What grand stature! 
Patches of terra uncensored by grass
 Ferns intertwine, creating a 
jungle of green
Deceased, arid palm leaves
rest upon a bed of lively shrub
The humid, Hilo air
annoying, yet, a sense of 
warm, maternal embrace 
surrounds me 
Mr. Buddha, he sits, stone still
So patient
Unmolested by the humidity 
or the mosquitoes
An ever so slight grin he presents 
that says: 
"I don't know it all, but I am content."

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Safe Haven

My bed is my safe haven. My room is my sanctuary. 
Closed off from the world within four walls, a ceiling and a floor. 
Dark curtains to shade me from the harsh lights which reveal my shadows. 
I hide, away from all that harms me. The world is a scary place 
And my sheets protect me like a caterpillar in a cocoon 
Except I don't blossom into something magnificent and bright, 
rather something anxious and tenebrous and filled with fear

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Obstinate Passenger

Melancholy visits in waves 
It says, "hello" and digs me a grave 
A hedonistic society, I partially blame 
Why are all their philosophies 
exactly the same? 
Perhaps if I migrate, the pain
would suddenly cease
But hell's an obstinate passenger 
Hell is a disease 
My demons dance so ardently
Stepping on each other's toes 
It's when the presence of you 
Is gone, my demons start to show 
I'll feign a smile, mock the faces
of common-folk expressions 
To masquerade a morose dread, 
a gratuitous depression

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Sheep Carriage

Night sky: lifeless, dull, chalky gray 

Apathetic expressions face one way 

Eyelids heavy, long day 

Foggy windows, potholed roads 

Warm breaths exhaled, the seats are cold 

Zombied stares at blinding screens 

Infinite autopilot, we're all machines