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Best Poems Written by Taja Bankhead

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Ignorance Isn'T Bliss

Ignorance isn't bliss. 
Ignorance is only 
paradise to the giver, 
not to the receiver. 

In result of hearing 
the venomous words, 
his formerly blissful emotions become 
contaminated, 
as emotions turn 
from gold to tar. 

His black, acid eaten 
emotions are clearly 
shown on his face, 
as his gateway of tears 
are struggling to compress 
and hold back, 
threatening to drown the 
ignorant. 

But if he lets go, 

if the dam for his tears crack and collapse, 

his tears would only 
be a shallow puddle, 
not even covering 
the giver of ignorance's 
shoes. 

But the giver still smirks 
in satisfaction 
aware of his reaction 
as the 
receiver 
tries 
so 
hard 
not 
to break 
down 
and crumble at his feet.

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Artificial Traits of a Cosmetic Girl

You think you know who 
I am, familiar 
with all of my 
flaws and 
quirks that reside in 
my exterior. 


You think you can 
read me so well, 
that if my soul 
were your bestselling 
paperback novel, 
then the pages 
would be heavily 
dogeared at the 
corners and wearing 
out with use. 

However, in reality, 
I am that paperback book, without the 
dog-eared pages,an overlooked 
but barely intact novel 
on the outside, containing worn 
and yellow pages that are 
threatening to 
let go from 
the spine of 
the book. 

But, you continue to 
be so oblivious. 

Your mind continues to swirl 
with a poisonous 
fallacy that my beauty 
in your eyes is real, 
without the artificial traits. 

Well the girl, the face 
you are so familiar with 
swirls down the drain 
each night, 
revealing all of my 
grosteque flaws 
behind your 
unspuspecting 
back. 

I don't want to hide 
the exterior of who I am, 
but I have no other choice. 

So, I will never be 
able to lay my head 
on your warm chest 
and memorize 
the slow, but 
steady rhytmn of your 
heartbeat, 
beacuse I cannot bear 
to see the flame 
your eyes die 
to a 
dim spark, 
when the beautiful girl 
you know rubs off 
and sink 
into the softness of your 
white tee.

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I'Ll Never See a Bird Up Close

There it goes

Fluttering along

With the breath of spring

As its rustling wings echo

In my ears like permanent memories,

Its image brightening the day scenery.

 

But as I tiptoe as if the grass was thin ice

My close view is what I sacrificed,

When the bird flapped its wings and

Soars away

 As if my tiptoes

Brought rumbling tremors.