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Kesha Mashaw Poem
The moon rises to see nothing
Everything empty, with only the wind left
Desolate despair reaches into an eternity
Vanquished 'till death they part in the shadows
The stench of death billows and furls
Suffocating like a blinding fog
Rolling in and out of consciousness
I wander in this desolate I called ''home''
Now I look upon the wasted remains of things once familiar
Love and hatred mix into one
The burning desire to leave and never come back overcomes
Will-power lost inside; buried beneath
The sights I envision are all I have left
Nothing exactly as it used to be
We built upon everlasting sorrow
Making new out of old and discarding the rest
But as I dwell in ancient memories, I stop
Something is missing in the dreams I encounter in sleep
But there, the memory is uncovered in the blackened mist
Now I may lose myself in never-awakening slumber...
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009
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Its really hard to be a girl
You get your heart hurt so easily
You always are waiting
Waiting for the right one
We share gossip about other girls
But get so angry when its about us
We wear our hearts on our sleeves
And cry for no reason at all
We want to be loved
But sometimes we dont love in return
We ask to be treated right
But are so awful to everyone else
That is what being a girl is
We may not happy about it
But that is the way we were made
That is how God formed us
And that is how I will always stay
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009
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Pure hatred
Venomous looks
Poisonous voices
Arsenic hearts
Just remember
You don't want to be
My enemy
I'm dangerous
Looks can kill
Stab in the back
Gun hidden
Don't look away
You might miss me
I'm your enemy
So just be aware
I'm hunting you
Witchcraft
Dungeons
I'll find you
Count on it because
It's April Fool's Day! ;-)
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009
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My sweet grandmother bakes it
Tangy fruit inside
The crust sprinkled with sugar
Take a great big bite
Sensational taste
Red cherry
Pie
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009
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Springtime fragrances
Beautiful to the senses
The bloom of daisies
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009
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Kesha Mashaw Poem
As little John went out to play
On a warm, beautiful, and sunny day
He heard his mother to him say
"I love you, my little John."
And then quite tall her Johnny grew
His graduation cap he threw
She said "My son, I say adieu,
and I love you, my little John."
He visited her in the town of St. Beth
Around her wrapped the arms of death
She uttered with her final breath
"I love you, my little John..."
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009
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Pretty
Ingenious mind
Sometimes out of it
Citing famous works
Energy flowing
Systematic thinking
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009
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Kesha Mashaw Poem
I am free
Flying restlessly through the skies
But though my heart is willing, my body weakens
I must stop for a rest of solitude
I land gently in the water
But something isn't right
The water feels as if it is thickened
The waves crash around me with a different sound
I look down and see my reflection
But the surface is blackened
It is not the same
And the awful smell wafts to my nose
Yes, something is definitely wrong
But when I unfurl my wings, I stay
My feet are stuck in the water
And I am very confused
I flap my tired wings trying to escape from here
But then they get covered with something
I don't know what it is but it scares me
I am pinned in the place where I used to be free
My minds spins in a frenzied panic
My feet and wings struggle for freedom
I don't want to be here
Then I start sinking and I feel the goo rising up my neck
My eyes boggle with fear
I struggle harder against the pull
But my attempts sink me lower
And I rest my weary body
I try once more to break free of the stuff
But my tries are in vain
So I rest my beak in the nasty water
Waiting for help, and hoping I don't sleep forever...
In the deep of night I slowly lift my tired head
There is a beacon of light shining in my eyes
And when I am gently lifted to safety
I hear those terrible words
Oil spill
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2010
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Bringing out struggles and hardships
Echoing pain from within myself
Resounding outside my protective walls
Going again and again
Seeking relief from internal struggle
Trying new revenues for my suffering
Desperate for the answer
I turn to things forbidden and hurting
I slowly lose my sanity
As I watch the blood pour from man-made wounds
Leaking out tears and the essence of life
Leaving out pain from all thought
Ignoring the burning will power to start again
Recreating stains of ruby red
Calling for a hopeless world
That only turns their backs
I find the will to end what I started
Finishing my self-inflicted torment
And wishing I could block the pain that escaped from the holes I never thought I'd make...
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2010
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She called a name in the eleventh hour,
And the name that parted her lips was mine
She stood in the doorway with hair a'fire,
And evil from her eyes did shine
With earth a'shaking and walls a'quaking
Hell came rising from my floor
She screamed and spattered and glass did shatter
Until my ears could take no more
Then up came bubbling from the ground
A scroll that came from another time
It floated right above my head,
Then the witch chanted wicked rhyme;
"Rise, my children, from the earth!
Come join me at my beck and call!
Rise, and tear this soul apart
'Til there is nothing left at all!"
Then coming with great heave and shudder
The demons came a'prancing up
Circling me on every side
Wanting my blood to fill their cup
The witch did cackle, moan and groan
As I watched the scroll unfurl
The demons laughed with wretched glee
And about me began to whirl
"The time has come", the old hag said,
"To have your name upon this scroll
Once we have it, it is done
And I will then posses your soul"
I tried to run, and tried to scream,
But all I tried was much in vain
For in that moment I glanced down
As my arm, it burned with awful pain
Cuts appeared I know not how
Blood falling from my fingertips
It pooled around me like a pond
And in my blood, a demon slips
Then on the scroll my name was did come
Written in my stolen blood
The cuts, they deepened and worsened so,
Until it poured forth like a flood
The scroll then flew to her mangled hands
A toothy grin upon her face
She screamed, "My children, it is done!"
Their howls and racket filled the space
Then towards my body the demons crawled
Licking their lips in eager wait
I fell to the ground in utter defeat
Knowing I could no escape my fate
So in a demon's body I slither
And to the witch's side I stay
I prowl around the earth with her
Finding more lost souls to prey
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2015
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