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Charlotte Mora Poem
A pencil and a paper, and she begins to write. No ones going to tell her if its wrong or right.
Every little notion and every tear shes shed. Stacks up in the corner and often goes unread.
Written declarations, confession of her sins. The page it fills up quickly and another one begins.
All her raw emotions stand up on the page. And what a great relief for her to finally disengage..
Charlotte 2019
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Corrosion is a state of mind. You ask me how I know?
I dont need a signature? Virtue is my escrow.
I seal my solid ambitions. I work with them everyday.
Please dont get all confused with the words I say.
I cuddled with my demons. They want just what i got.
My subconscience working overtime to help dissolve the rot.
I attach the purpose just what am looking for?
My emotions contort with reality. That will settle the score.
Only You can save you. Align yourself with the truth.
Before long the corrosion is gone,
like you drank from the fountain of youth.
09.05.2019
Charlotte
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Charlotte Mora Poem
Sun said to moon while lying in wait. "What do you think of our cosmic fate?"
Moon softly chuckled and looked at his love. "There is no other place but with you up above!"
" You give my life meaning and make it worthwhile. You light up the day with your dazzling smile. "
Sun gave a smile and let out a yawn. "I should be sleeping its almost dawn!"
Moon soothed her quickly " Today you sleep in. "
He called on the clouds and a rain did begin.
Sun snuggled in and said " Your the best. " Moon laid down with her and they both took a rest.
Charlotte
2018
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For those who are homeless with nothing to eat.
They sleep in the alleys on filthy concrete.
They're always wondering where they'll get there next meal.
For those who are hungry THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
For children whose parents beat and neglect.
Or maybe those born with a strange birth defect.
The Shaw that they feel and the scars that won't heal.
For the innocent children THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
For the alcoholics who drink to forget.
Or how bout the addict they live in regret.
They do what they do to forget how they feel. For the suffering addict THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
So if you know someone whose down on there luck.
Or maybe just someone who don't give a .
Look in your heart and feel how they feel. Always remember THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
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A burden needs buried, and you dug the hole.
You ain't got time to debate.
Demons with pitchforks prod you along.
Why not just medicate?
You given up and cant take no more,
dont let it turn into hate.
It wont do you no good I think you should,
just step back and medicate.
The pain is alive and its getting worse,
what do you anticipate.
If the guns to your head, and you wanna be dead.
You might wanna medicate.
Things need to be done. Youve got errands to run.
Or want to communicate. When the timing is right. Both day and night. Make sure that you medicate.
charlotte 2018
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In a state of chaos.
Reeling from the fall.
Every thing was going fine.
Til havoc made a call.
A whirlwind of confusion.
Brings mayhem to the air.
Then your back to normal.
Just like it wasn't there.
09.06.2019
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Sitting on her shelf pretty as you please.
That's the kind of doll that everybody sees.
For everyone a smile, they would never guess.
Her picture perfect life is nothing but a mess.
She can never tell you what's wrong inside her head.
She's so full of life, but she wishes she was dead.
As long as she remembers its always been this way.
That thinkings not allowed in her society.
So she plays it off and she. will never tell.
This angel that they think. she is, is living life in hell.
charlotte 2018
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Charlotte Mora Poem
Everything happens lest we forget. Let's not do something that we might regret.
Just take it easy, stay outta the game. You are the one to live with your name.
Stay outta the drama its all up to you. All that you say becomes all that you do.
That makes a difference in getting some breaks , when nobody gives and everyone takes.
Treat other people the way that you should. Not everyone's bad there are some who are good.
When others are looking what do they see?
You being the best person that you can be.
Charlotte 2019
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Your blasting from the back.
You know your under my skin.
This is a constant battle.
Here we go once again.
Your sickness is feeding off of me
Havent you had enough.
Time to lay down your cards.
Because i am calling your bluff.
Ransacking all my emotions
What are you looking for?
You better be forming allies.
I'm taking you straight to war.
You forget that I will remember.
You've already lost your chance.
You come in the line of fire.
Your hit with my war dance.
Charlotte 2019
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Her world has sunk around her, shes clawed her way from hell. The life that lived within her died. Now shes just a shell.
The spark of hope has been denied, her aura is now black. From what i see, but dont ask me. Shes never coming back.
The shelter that has covered her , is ruble on the ground. Amongst this sad catastrophe the answers wont be found.
The battleground eats her up. Her life will not be spared. The unjust ruling bittersweet has finally been declared.
As fate stirs up the last remains, a tear rolls from her eye. Karma isnt playing nice if she has to rectify.
Charlotte 2019
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