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A Girl Named Hope

I went in town today and discovered a new place
Or maybe I was dreaming 
I town filled with tiny lights of hope 
And there I met her 
Although I am of tin and rusted mental I felt her warth

In this place of green and medow pastels I was brought 
A place where nothing dies and nothing is born 
A girl was put here 
Dressed in silk and satin 
She lives a lonely life 
Looking out in an open horizon of space and time 
Placed in a small cabin she longed for a friend 

But now we must move for winter approaches 
A change of season she has never known 
A time where hope is most needed
And so we gather the lights 
With a gentle touch I carry to a place I once called home

So will you come back with me to a special place in town 
where nothing is born and nothing dies
Where all your dreams can come true 
A special place I wonder off to.

                                                                                  _Anthea Ghobede

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My Tiny Umbrella House

May be life was not meant for the uncoordinated.

I look at life through an open window,

Always careful not to fall out of order.

I skim the hems of walls I have created 

And build myself a roof top.....

Just incase it rains.

Without hesitation I chase company away,

Only keeping mirrors of my unsolved sanity.

I look out in to the world through my transparent door

I alway wondered why that was,

but it saved me the trouble of ever opening it.

But now looking back I still ask my self 

How was I able to live in my tiny umbrella house?

Anthea Ghobede.

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Black Bird

Silently the rain falls
Young bird won't you fly away?
Mommies gone, sisters gone and daddy too
Black bird won't you fly away?
Stuck on a broken branch,
You shiver and wimper.
The wind bites your skin
and cold air fills the sky
A shiver of fear surrounds you 
But yet ...... you remain still!!
Black bird won't you fly away? 


                                                                                                          -AMG.

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Last December

Once upon a time in December.........
No;........
Let the records show......
Last December............
I Alas Jane Potter had gone insane
And so the stories

Dime your lights
And close the binds 
Listen to the dead of night 
Look to the stars and wait

Sliver and gold 
And rose colored boats
Ride in the night sky
An abyss of mysterious events
Are about to occur 

As the snow falls you drift to sleep
But sleep you shell not
Slowly you ride in between the unknown

A world where honey is red
And the houses are small
Where the stars seem to falling
Where the water sparkles......endlessly!

The people here have wings
And some houses in trees
Glitter and magic 
With a little bit of faith 
Is all it takes to believe 

Last December 
I Alas Jane Potter 
Went insane and I loved it

And I shall agian 
Next December
when winter comes to vist.
My fairy tale in December.

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Brave

Young but filled with passion
Beautifully placed in this world,
Like a puzzle piece
Making the picture complete

A painting lays in solitude
incomplete of its beauty 
Waiting for that last splash of colour 
you never thought it needed
A dusty brown crayon
Left behind due to its color is all you need

So you see young girl
Get up from the ground
Mend the wounds you have
And continue walking forward
Never drop a tear
And never let anyone see you cry

Don’t you ever fear weakness
Don’t you ever fear pain
For those  are the things that make you strong
Those are the things that make you brave.

                                                            Anthea Ghobede

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Dark Melody

Dark melody play....
Play a song that I shall dance to.
Play of the stars of the night
Play of the dusk to dawn
Play of the rhythm I lack in me

Dancing in the dark to a melody 
A melody drawn out from the pit of darkness within me
And a type of sorrow longing to find itself 
Feelings dress in clouds of a rainy day  searching for its true form.

A black swan graced with beauty 
Yet looking for one that reflects it's own darkness
A reflection in its self .
Dark melody won't you change your tune?

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Bye Bye Becca

Becca was my best friend 

She was tall and pretty but no one ever noticed 

Her golden hair fell to her waist 

And her eyes as blue as the ocean 

She was kind and honest 

Not that any one cared or believed

At night when it was dark we would escape to the park and play 

"Punish the weak for their lack of strength",

She would always say

"A little pain won't hurt them." 

Her advise was always right I told my self 

We were like a host and it's reflection 

I could alway take her with every where I went

No one ever noticed she was even there.

But our time was short lived mama said she was the darkness within me 

She cried every night 

Not that I cared

It was only then when I was drowning the very people I loved

I saw my reflection for the very first time 

And i saw becca in the light

I was walking with the darkness within me 

                                                                     _Anthea Ghobede

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The Theory To Understanding Me

Basically I am a self visionary 
Chasing dreams that are dead or unwanted
An illusionist. ......
Subtracting the real from my reality 
I could more or less be chasing rainbows 
I seek to unravel  the mystery within the mystery 
Always forgetting to actually solve the mystery 
Some have come to the understanding that I am insane 
not that I disagree at all
For Einstein was also considered insanely mad.

                                                                _Anthea Ghobede

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Heroic Voices

Heroic voices of my life
Do you hear me?
I have been calling out, waiting. .....
Waiting to be saved
From what you ask
But I know not what fears I fear
Only that I fear
I fear the people that surround me,
I fear all the unknowns of the world around me
I fear life it's self
I look in a mirror and fear my very self some times
What shall become of me
I only hope that you, heroic voices of the world can save me !! 


                                                                                             _Anthea Ghobede.

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Damages

Face to face
Mirrors cracking between the irony 
As the glasses fall
And my breath is lost
My eyes turn red 
And my feet 
can not seem to find the ground 
My hands fighting to hold on
My body has given up
But my soul remains intact 
I just don't know about yours.