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Best Poems Written by Jenisha Clarke

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My Dog

Viper my dog with light brown fur so pretty she is. Viper with a slim figure that when she walks she seems so carefree. I've never seen a dog like her  full of emotions and life with smiles in her eyes. I love my dog because she is bright when she meets me at the gate. There I see I'll miss you very much when you die.

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Mental Space

Being loved will help but not something that's fake and will break. I'm not sorry to say I'm here to stay. Some people may never love it like you but it's their loss. Falling from grace just like a snowflake. Elegant when coming down but once I reach the ground I'm like the dirt trampled  on the ground.The  Feeling of lost floats around the stress in my head making me wish I were dead. The need to be free is all I see, only to find out my happiness should be in me. What is the point if I never feel enough, trying my best to stay ahead instead of being left behind like the past. Reaching a point of having mental breakdowns yet none noticed. I'm screaming in my head why not just be dead or what the hell should I do for you society and  people. Right now my mental capacity is on the verge of bursting. Compassion is what I'm looking for, yet the facades are all I get. I'm sorry to say I can't bother to be bothered, so now I'm in my head surviving not living, at least that's what I think.

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The Unexpected

Whispering voices, caverns of lies reside in my head, the depth of  casualties that surrounds me. Is there really somewhere safe to be? What's the reason for all my pain, is it only somewhere in my brain. I guess life experience changes even the nicest of men. who can be free from the grasp of death, look at flowers that are bright, some are dull but everything has its time. Some died on the inside but others died on the outside. Hey, what's the point of pretending some may ask but the people who pretend all have a reason of their own. Family, friends, school, church and the world affect each individual differently, whether it be changes in their personality, perspective, mental, physical and emotional health. Skills developed through their many experiences well you always get what you never expect. Life isn't just a bundle of joy, everything in life comes with consequences, some good and some bad. Enjoy everything to the best of your ability cause you never know when it's your time to be held by death, it could be mental or physical does it matter no its death all the same.
Be sure to forget about regret at the end because none of this things are what we expect.

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Hidden Meaning

Flowers are pretty,beautiful but witty some are one-of-a-kind yet some are here every day and we don't even know their names. 
We judge their appearances but don't really know them when will be break free from the curse of pain. 
Things are so unpredictable that we should cherish what we have. Feeling the pain of the past hurts but the present pain should be motivation he's even though it hurts. 
Pushing through cause there is something,someone out there for you.

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Pain

Pain is common but how, where and why hurts more sometimes.
Pain can be misunderstood but who made that pain possible did they understand. 
Pain is common but they hurt all the same. 
Never agree when someone say no-one will hurt you or I will never hurt you.
Why can't people be more responsible with their words.

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What the Colours Mean To Me

Azul the color blue which is bright and glimmers like to sea,Reo the deadliest color of them all Blanco a pure color like the stars outshining them all there are many Blends just to be sure but when mixed  it reflects a rainbow you will never forget.

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Life

The day has just ended and to think I want to be dead. Days were meant to be crafty and some unexpected turns of event. Tears that go unspoken of, feelings that are buried so deep down. A pit of things that I could say never went well. Scars that are left unseen but here I am still trying to breathe. The lesson I've learned is it's ok not to be ok. 
Life isn't about you it's about what you do . If you've learnt to enjoy what you have, to see if you have discovered something new. Mistakes, it's what everybody makes but when we learn not to make the same mistake then that's what counts. Hey, I'm the side you won't ever see the side I keep to me.
 Not everything is to be on display because that's how I learn to make my self seem ok. You won't know cause I know how to make everything seem ok. People talk about what they think they know just because you see this pretty thing, doesn't make you see the situation on the inside. What you think you know, is so limited yet you think you know everything. 
My facade is so clear and perfect that you think I'm ok but I learnt that just as I'm wearing a facade you can too. The kind can be bad and the pretty can be ugly also the people who you think are friends are enemies. In the end life isn't the way anyone wants it to be.