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Madisyn Collier Poem
I walk these streets,
These deserted roads.
These paths and walkways,
Yes, these I know.
And they’re always looking,
Carefully watching these roads.
Yet I walk by unnoticed,
My true identity unknown.
I stagger down this dirt pathway,
My way, ever bound for home.
Those other streets I notice,
Always lit with moony glow.
But if I were to jog them,
I’d end up here again, I know.
For I walk these roads for healing,
And I walk these roads for strength.
These roads I need, these roads I love,
Well worn, I stride this length.
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LEO
L eaders, Loved and Loyal
E xtrovertly Expressive
O verly Outgoing
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Deep in though,
My fingers lace
Even in memory
I feel your grace
I close my eyes
I see your face
Protect me from
Peril I face
They cannot see
All that you gave
Contrary they feel
You’ve marked my grave
The only princess
Refusing to be saved
Their flawed concerns,
I airily wave
The more I’m here
The more I love
Yes, we fly high,
Like a confident dove
We, on display
Like bright stars above
They inspect every detail,
Try to find fault with our love.
Together we stand, hand in hand,
Indivisible
Our strong connecting bond
Unbelievable
Such a relationship as ours
Improbable
We, together, always,
Unstoppable
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There are those with stronger words,
And stronger skill, and stronger wings than I.
But on my wings, my very own,
I do intend to fly.
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Sister Autumn takes a gusty breath,
And blows the leaves out of her grassy palm.
Brother winter is on his way,
Ready to snow on this blustery day.
The Oak and the Beech trees wave goodbye,
The last of their leaves, finally fly.
Auburn and golden leaves swirl and they twist,
Performing their final, dance in the mist.
The last days of Autumn, and in with the snow,
Reach for the ground, the final leaves go.
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Through and through, the wind and rain,
I am the lucky one, but none in vain.
For my hands flow freely,
Fleetingly working through pain.
I pour myself in,
All and some change.
Secluded and solemn,
My works are my own.
I have finally learned them,
The seeds have been sown.
When my life’s crumbling,
And when my world turns fake.
What I can do, what I love,
Tends to ease the ache.
For when the world has turned its back,
And when my fire turns cold.
I can keep my self alive and warm,
By playing the few cards I hold.
I scan my hand and daringly smile,
This round I do not fold.
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The frigid metal against skin,
My desperate ending without sin.
I hold it tight, poised over my wrist,
I want to stop, but the knife insists.
Salty tears running down my cheeks,
I apply pressure to the end I seek.
I feel the tip straining against my arm,
Strangely enough, I feel little alarm.
I cannot think straight, like I am possessed,
My slowness and unwilling, I do detest.
As I feel the point, slowly about to break through,
The phones shrill ringing counters, and I’m frantic, what to do?
I’m finally able to release the knife,
You, on the other end, just saved my life.
I pick up shakily, and put on a front,
Secretly thanking God the knife was so blunt.
The one who has saved me, is the only I trust,
I know I shall tell her, my heart says I must.
But I cannot, I don’t, and we talk senselessly now,
Her oblivion doesn’t bother me, I’ll tell her, I vow.
Too hard for speaking, this much I know,
Later we text, and I tell her slow.
I know that she’s crying, I’ll bet she’s a wreck,
I make sure that she knows, she saved my neck.
Talking for hours, her mind surprisingly clear,
Then I recall, years ago, she’d had been here.
She stands solid, somewhere between frantic and fervor,
No matter what I say, I can’t seem to unnerve her.
Every other line, or so it seems,
We love you, we need you, those choice words teem.
I’m relieved I told her, this girl, my best friend,
To my swirling head, I know she will tend.
She keeps saying it will pass, the evil feelings that be,
It won’t I say solidly, how can she have such faith, in me?
This girl makes me promise, in the dark of the night,
I will not do a thing, I don’t put up a fight.
Because I’m feeling feeble, and I’m feeling drained,
I know she’s there, shaking, that her expression is pained.
But for now, I feel nothing, so empty inside,
She’s protecting me, holding me, getting me off this ride.
In the swirl of it all, I can do nothing, but go with the tide.
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I lay here in this bed
Watching the IV drip lazily
I grip the bedrail
For I have nothing more to grasp
Not a hand, not a bear
Not a gift, not a flower
Nay, not even a lock of hair
My last fell deftly onto my pillow
Early this morning
The last of my childhood
The last of my livelihood
The last that reminds me, of good
And I watch the Iv
Drip, drip, drip
For as this world, this place
Somewhere caught in between.
An everlasting tussle,
Between the powers that be
And Hades
So I hold on good
Onto that bedrail
And just then I don’t believe
I shall ever let go
Through the pain and the treatment
I hold on
Knowing that is but the only thing
Keeping me here
The tears and the grieving
But I’m grieving alone
For my life
Lost completely
Drained from its shell
I do not look
I cannot look
I will only see the difference
What I was
What I am
What cannot be, I’ll never tell
So I hold on good
Alone in this room
Just months ago
A little girl
Now I’m dying
A woman
Still dying, A woman
This soul is a bargain to sell
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I hear her voice, her weathered voice,
Over this cold piece of plastic.
And on this day, this sunny day,
It seems like she’s here right beside me.
I speak lovingly, speak so comfortingly,
And her mind, today, seems clear.
She’s fine now, I think, just fine now I think,
Perhaps, a moment too soon.
And just as I’d found her, right after I found her,
Her presence just faded away.
Her strength quickly withered, so quickly it withered,
Her phone dropped, and somehow I knew.
This short conversation, that days conversation,
Would be all, that good-bye would do.
But it wasn’t final, a far cry from final,
And cry, we did, as they do.
A few days after, just a few days after,
The celebration of my beginning, arrived her end.
And then suddenly, so suddenly,
I was alone, without my best friend.
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I hold out my hand,
So take it.
You don’t know how,
So fake it.
I know where to go,
So trust me.
I’m quite unusual,
Don’t bust me.
You think you’ve got me figured out,
You’re wrong.
My past is some story,
It’s long.
You know I’m different,
Don’t shy away.
Believe in me,
I might save the day.
I put blind faith in others,
Below and above me.
I’m different, I’m here,
So confide in me, love me.
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