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Merisha Beckles Poem
Darkness grip my heart-
It took all that’s bright in me.
It took all that makes me smile-
Swiftly!
Gradually, I began to fight back!
I decided to get my light back!
So, hello!
Can you com back?
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Merisha Beckles Poem
You walked pass her every morning,
with the same greetings everyday.
Her heart tugged inside her- she wanted to tell you more
than “Good Morning.”
You both go to the same grocery
and pickup the identical items.
Sometimes she lay at nights-
in the apartment next to yours-
her fingers touching the wall
that separates you both-
pretending you stood there,
she trace the outline of your body.
When you had coffee in the morning-
on your favorite sofa,
next to the picture of your parents-
She thought of being next to you
sipping from the same mug
and sharing a moment together.
She secretly enter your apartment
and take pictures of every single
item you own in your apartment.
She used them to make a monument for you.
One morning when you passed her-
without the usually greetings-
She froze…
Everything inside her was stilled
She could not sleep that night.
She got up!
And started banging your door!
“He’s not at home!”
our neighbor yelled.
Next day…
No you!
Four days went…
No you!
Finally, you came back.
But not alone.
You had her next to you,
when you greeted me!
I was so hurt.
You used me!
You took advantage of me!
How dare you?!
I loved you.
She got up and started shouting at you.
“You knave!”
“You scum!”
She sat back down,
on the witness stand.
You try to hold back the tears…
But you couldn’t!
She killed you kid sister.
How could you!
She continued…
I love you,
why didn’t you love me back!
That same day as you left the court house,
You passed me.
You looked so sad.
Usually, on mornings,
whenever I saw you.
You smiled and say hello.
I found it strange.
At that time,
I knew nothing about the case.
I turned around.
I walked to meet you.
I touched your shoulder’s…
“Are you okay,” I asked.
“I live at the same apartment block
as you.” I concluded.
“My name is Isha,”
“Nice to meet you” you said.
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In order to save myself from
drowning in my own feces,
I purge myself each day,
so the crap I call my life,
would not hamper me in any way.
Reality is something
I got to learn to face.
I’m no cowardice!
I love challenges!
But sometimes getting up
and reaching for the door knob
is the biggest challenge, I face
each day.
I may sound like I’m cowardice…
But think about it…
Pollution, carjacking, kidnapping, gang rape, low-pay, obnoxious co-worker, rude clients,
terrorist, racist, child ***********, human-trafficking, corruption, politicians…Dead!
I wouldn’t turn the knob today…
I’ll call in sick!
I’ll relax today…
If I do that,
I’ll miss…
Partying till dawn, getting drunk and hitting on the guy I’m too shy to speak too, baileys, sex
in the back seat of a car, orbit white bubble mint, using the internet service at work, using
office hours for my personal leisure, spying on the boss and his latest fling…
I can go,
on and on…
Good thing… this life I’m living…!
So tell me, if you can!
Why I still feel like
I’m drowning in my own feces.
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I poured my soul,
in a page or two-for a few-
While I release my self,
from the anguish of having to deal with my handwriting.
I poured myself from my bed; reluctant to the fact;
that I believed all the while what I wrote.
I poured my self from my life.
I tackled the purpose of how dreadful it must seem,
writing myself-
from the very purpose I tried reway from.
Dreading the moment of being ignored- or worst- Lost!
Lost beyond the valley of the desert,
or the sea of blood,
that I had poured through the funnel of my heart.
A heart which was broken,
from the time you left,
From the moment you arrived,
you only brought back pain.
Pain in which I poured out from my soul,
Into writing on this page.
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You know what amazing…you speak of your age and me not wanting to be with you-sex wise-
But when you are hurt, you forget the million times you hurt me, constantly, on a consistent
time. I’m tired of asking you the same questions!
“Are you coming?” I would ask.
“You’re sure!” I ask again.
“Yes…! I’m coming! And if you ask me one…more… time…! I’m not coming
anywhere again!”
That’s your favorite line. You must ask yourself-How much she’ll take. Does she love me that
much? I’m tired! And fed the hell up! It’s time you take a look at yourself.
You hurt people with no remorse! No apology! No calls! Not even a simple text! I sometimes
wonder if you can read.
Try to do something!
I’m too young to put up with your BS. I don’t want anyone else… but you’re forcing my hand.
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Losing someone is always hard,
You sometimes feel like nothing will ever be the same.
You go to bed at nights
and cry…
Wake up and cry again.
Living is now,
just living.
Dying is now…
getting to live with you.
Nothing is where everyone
said it would be.
I’m at the brink of obliteration,
Life is not suppose to be
this hard.
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I closed my eyes
and said a lullaby...
I opened them- and every thing's
still the same.
I closed my eyes
and counted till five.
I opened them...
nothing's change.
I closed my eyes and rehearsed a line...
I opened them-
everyone was still the same.
I closed my eyes...
and this time,
I said no lullabies;
I count not!
Either was I rehearsing anything...
When I closed my eyes,
tears pour out of them.
I opened them and the preacher was saying...
'I lift up my eyes to the hills..."
Nothing's Change
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Sweet things happen when you let life be.
I done a lot that I’m proud of,
I’ve done little today,
that does not drive me to the edge,
That makes me regretful
and hateful of myself.
I clear my heart of the burden that’s been hunting me,
Guilt, passion, lust…
has now been all gone.
It’s now in a far away place.
My life of pain is now history.
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Inside of your eyes,
pain is written.
You don’t show it,
But someone knows it.
It shows visually through your body-
Its hunger!
Your mouth don’t speak it,
Your hands don’t reach out towards it,
Your stomach don’t show it,
Unless I hear it.
I don’t say it,
But I fear it...
Days spent crying yourself to sleep,
Nothing in the cupboard,
nothing in the fridge.
Pots on stove turned over.
Mummy and daddy head bent over.
Bottles on the floor,
Needles at the side.
This child has given up
.
No more tears tonight.
Another fight is lost…
Wait!
Crying…hmm....
My day never ends!
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For years I hide my face in shame,
For years I cry my self to sleep,
For years I live with all this pain….
But not today!
Today, I laugh and I cloud around,
I sing, I shout…!
I dance in the rain.
No more tears will I cry in vain,
I cry no more…
No more… ever again.
Today, I dry my tears of loneliness.
Today, I replace them with lovelier things.
Today, I washed all my fears away…
Today, I start a new chapter in my life.
Today, my love for you has gone away.
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