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Annie Chace Poem
everyone has been mistaken
and mistakened
and suddenly awakened
everyone has been misread
and over and under analyzed instead
and woken up alive rather than dead
everyone has been misinterpreted
acted out actions and thought out thoughts
regretted
and mass-apathetically indebted
listen to me -- ignorance is not bliss
open your eyes and open your fists
we are all the same
because we think that we are different
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In spring
one's mind turns
into jelly-
ice forms and
brain cells are
deep frozen: Cold
winged flowers surround thoughts
of you
as soft as
diamonds in winter.
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in the corner of my mind
i met Solitude, you told me I would never find
blood sweeter than wine
as pure, as it is fine
convolutions without design
every meeting more divine
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Unfriendly hands
thrusting...pushing me
out the door
of "a perfect world".
Rejected.
"You should be with your own kind".
"You have no place here".
"WE DO NOT WANT CRIPPLES".
Cripple.
A label given by people living in a sterile world.
They cannot let us mar
their snow white creation.
So conveniently they forget-
(shut away, we cannot bother them).
My soul cries to be released but
I am silent.
For I know
it would do no good.
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You want to run
You want to hide
To wish the world away.
Take all the hurt
Take all the pain
I pray you take it all away
You pray for calm
You pray for peace
You pray for silence for a change
The more you fight and
the more you resist
The quicker you learn that you cannot start
at the beginning
and jump to the end
Every beginning has a middle and
every end has a beginning so
every middle must be conquered
To get to the end
Stop running
Srop hiding
Stop wishing the world away
Calm will come
Peace will come
and when Silence finally comes you realize
That escaping was never an option
That you needed to work it through
That there was never an "easy out"
and that the only way out was through
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When you cried I laughed.
A strange nervous giggle.
The moment I heard it's sharpness,
I wanted to get away. To leave.
Sadness with no hope,
I couldn't do that...not then.
We were wrong to try and pull you up.
We tried to tell you it would be ok.
Sinking feelings told us otherwise.
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