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Adena Canterbury Poem
There's a box I keep hidden away
it's marked "what's important to me."
in this box sits my past, all I once knew,
and everything I once believed.
If I opened his box all the items I'd find
would allow me to see through my childhood eyes and all the innocent dreams I'd relive would prove that living itself as a lie.
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As sure as this morning
I saw the sun
I knew right then
You were the one.
How could I question this surety?
When the sun is displayed so plainly to me?
For as long as it shines, blinding my eyes
I know that forever you will be mine.
And as long as it’s heat beats down on my feet
It reminds me we’ll never bow down in defeat.
The sun is our rock-
As it’s beams hold true-
Forever asserting that I am with you.
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I remembered the first time I passed through here
And exactly what I saw,
A beautiful tree, so full of life,
So bright, so green, so tall-
Telling those around it
It would never fall.
One winter when I passed through here
It was such a shame,
I saw an empty tree, with no life,
It did not look the same-
Telling those around it
It went by a different name.
And I came again the next spring
And there the tree stood fast
With brilliant strength, demanding
The eyes of all who passed-
Reminding those around it
It was back at last.
But now here I am, it's summer now,
I stare at empty ground,
That amazing tree I love so much
Is nowhere to be found-
What it would say to those around,
I can't hear a sound.
And when I pass by every springs, summer,
Winter and fall
I wish to see that wonderful tree,
So full of life, so tall.
And I long to see its proud, bold
Branches stretching high,
Drawing me in, saying hello
And as I leave, waving goodbye.
It's such a shame to me to know
That no one shares my pain,
And the brilliant tree that touched my heart
Will never stand again.
I wish I had taken a picture
For now no one will ever see
What once owned that empty space-
That ever so magnificent, beautiful tree.
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Ah! The sky above me-
Behold, it’s brilliant blue!
It reminds me how just by your eyes
I was captivated by you.
I can feel you all around me
I believe that this much is true
You loved me too much to leave me-
“For without you what would I do?”
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In its music I find peace
A comfort all my own
A happiness I’d never know
Even if you came back home.
In the mornings the bird makes music
And sometimes at other times too
When it sings it ease my pain-
Helps me forget how much I miss you.
In its flight I am saddened,
Fearing my peace is now gone
But then its wings remind me,
That I too can move on.
When it returns, so do you
It’s like I cant win or lose.
Should it stay and sing so I feel good
Or inspire me to forever leave you?
In its music I feel the most peaceful
So its song is what I’d prefer
In this heaven I smile and dance with you
In this moment of music, I’m sure.
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In the light of the day, I am okay
But as the day fades away,
The monsters want to play.
I never know who I will be,
Never know what I will see,
Or what will become of me.
I'm okay in the light of the day,
But for some reason at night,
The darkness comes to life.
Not pretty, 'Fairy-things,' but
Ugly, 'Hairy-things,'
Hateful, evil,
Demonic, 'Scary-things.'
Daytime is dull and dead, but
Peaceful and doesn't mess with my head-
Just empty space beneath my bed,
Instead of the demons I normally dread.
In the light of the day, all is okay,
But as daylight dies and falls into night,
My truths turn into lies,
And every glow in the dark becomes my enemies' eyes.
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Sometimes beneath my skin
It feels like something comes alive;
It crawls so much I cannot sleep,
But without this unrest I would die.
What it is I cannot say
But this crawling tries to take me away,
And if I refuse to go with it,
It will not leave me until I obey.
My mind is too weak to prevent its arrival-
My body too drained to be strong-
But I find a strange comfort in knowing when I'm an outcast,t
That to this hell, I belong.
There is no sin or hatred too great
To stop it from wanting me.
And all the same if I were a saint,
It still would not set me free.
This torturing, unrelenting obsession
That possesses every inch of my soul,
Is scary and sick, but never lets me forget,
It's the only friend that I'll ever know.
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He is evils willing host
He’s catering to it’s every need.
He doesn’t understand the danger of the
Monster that he feeds.
He’s naive and blinded by
Eyes full of hope and belief-
Fooled by evils disguise-
Gullible, he’ll continue to
Help this demon thrive.
Just how can one reveal
Evils true identity to this host?
When in his eyes he only sees
The things he loves the most?
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If it were between my heart and mind
It would be hard for me to choose
Which of the two I'd rather keep
And which I'd be okay to lose.
In my mind I dream and grow
And I am who I am-
While in my heart I hold desire
From where I love and give all I can.
Without my mind, I would be lost
For I could never have learned;
And without my heart, I would prove untrue,
When love for me could not be returned.
And although I hold true to my belief
That our heart carries our soul,
I equally know that inside our mind
Rests the memories that made it grow.
So, between my heart and mind,
If I was asked to decide which should go,
I would have to ask that my heart leave me first
So no matter what happened, I'd know.
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The fall leaves beneath my feet
Fell apart as I walked over them-
So much I had forgotten the fact
That they were once green gems.
I enjoyed the sound that they made
Crunching beneath my tread-
So much I hadn’t given thought
To the fact that they were dead.
And when the trees grew leaves once more
So full of life, so green,
I wouldn’t give a thought at all
To the sound that once pleased me.
I would enjoy the sight of them,
So high above my head-
So much that I’d forget the fact
I had enjoyed that they were dead.
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