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Best Poems Written by Martika Harrell

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Catcher

Caught my cheek-
with an angel kiss softly
Butterfly seeks prey

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Hungry

I'm hungry enough to eat a horse
A horse I won't eat
its what I need when I choose my course
My course is any except returning home

Returning home is pain if only someone had known

Known that I'm starve for my freedom that's so far away

Far away from this house that even flowers die in may

In may is my chance in terms of graduation to push through the door
The door is my future and my steps are hesitant and my eyesight being poor
Poor me, would my persona would say with its chelsea's smile
Smile big with your eyes being dark as you lips spill out denials

Denials of ever so many, yes, keep pushing them back

Back off from your heart that's encased in glass

its the only thing that is keeping it intact

Intact behind a brick wall

But in someone's hands it will bleed

At moments, there will be people who get so close

they will feed me what I desire

Its them when they leave I need

Malnutrition is a crime to do to a child

A child that seeks for more as they grow

That after being bind down and now free will go wild

But these are only words flowing from my mind

And slowly I'm getting tired of the same rhyme

Expectations, restrictions, guides and rules

Just leave me to my room where I create my fantasy

Harsh and annoying in true reality.

Even when I write my poems, my stories, my songs 

Even when I cry, fight, scream and whimper

Even when I have my close friends, my family

Even when I have my music, my certain tools, my books

I want to leave it all to be myself..

I would do the cliche thing and even try to find myself

I'll return with peace in my mind and full

Thoughts on returning home makes me lose my appetite

So in order to be healthy and keep a live horse

I will fill my own refrigerator

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So What

So what its morning and the sky is clear?
The dark cloud in my mind still remains.
So what I give you a smile at your jokes?
Its frozen by the invisible ice from my heart.
So what it's warm outside and laughter is all around?
The nightmare from the night before is giving me chills. 
So what my eyes are looking straight at you?
How do you know I'm not blind by my own painful memories?
So what I'm watching the world around and point out the beauty?
I'm looking at the thorns and pricks that makes my heart ache.
So what I'm in this spot and I look peaceful from your point of view?
You see a mask that I had put on this morning to hide from all of you.
So you wouldn't see the cloud that slithers about my mind, 
The ice that crawled across my lips, 
The quivers and shakes in the warm sun,
My blinded eyes that plays out my memories,
And the harsh world in its flowy gown.
What I see and what you see is two different things.
So why assume from the way I'm looking to figure who I am.
So what I'm stuck in a place with all these feelings?
So what I'm sitting here trying to scratch out the pain?
So what I'm laughing to cover up my silent screams?
So what I look so happy that there's nothing wrong with me to you?
So what? 
A way to break this spell is to come at me and say the enchantment
So..whats up?

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Last Moments

Wish, my beloved, Wish
That the medicine comes to heal you.
Search, my dear, Search;
For the doctor with the knife.
Kiss me, my cherub, Kiss me;
As I steal your heart
Hope, my love, hope; 
Death will come to hold you. 
Cry, my sweet, Cry; 
Fill the empty hole quickly.
Sleep, my darling, sleep. 
The darkness is coming. 
Dream, my baby, dream; 
Memories are slowly fading. 
Die, my heart, Die;
Give me a reason to mourn.
Fly, my angel, Fly;
Dance over the past
Dance on the edge of hell
Play the song as we part at last
Whisper the lyric so well
Goodbye.

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Death Lullabye

A lullabye twists itself and dances over the river of red 
Red as blood that floats across the white bed
Bed of roses with small, white stones that takes their place
Their place in the red embrace ever so lightly carressing their porcelain face
Porcelain face that shows no feelings except a shine of a smile
A smile that charms the roses and have them offer their life to spread themselves as far as a 
mile
A mile long of petals of tears of happiness just to have a kiss
A kiss from their treasure has them to only welcome coldness
Coldness that chokes them deadly and yet they hold onto the pearl as tight as they can 
For fear they will lose the love before they bust into black teardrops over the land
The land, pure white, untainted and takes the hand of the pearls
Pearls laughing silently as they are taken away to the next in swirls
Swirls around the beautiful death of their lover and into another victim
Victim of their beauty, their smile, their smooth features and fake mask
Mask covering their true intentions, the roses bend themselves to do the task
The task that were a soft spell cast upon them all even as humans as myself 
Myself with my neck being kiss by pearls and prick into streams of blood to spill
Spill down my neck as I softly sing the lullaby, my blood turning into petals at will
Will the dance continue on top of my white casket with my roses and pearls still?

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Simple Question

So what its morning and the sky is clear?
The dark cloud in my mind still remains.
So what I give you a smile at your jokes?
 Its frozen by the invisible ice from my heart.
So what it's warm outside and laughter is all around?
The nightmare from the night before is giving me chills. 
So what my eyes are looking straight at you?
How do you know I'm not blind by my own painful memories?
So what I'm watching the world around and point out the beauty?
I'm looking at the thorns and pricks that makes my heart ache.
So what I'm in this spot and I look peaceful from your point of view?
You see a mask that I had put on this morning to hide from all of you.
So you wouldn't see the cloud that slithers about my mind, 
The ice that crawled across my lips, 
The quivers and shakes in the warm sun,
My blinded eyes that plays out my memories,
And the harsh world in its flowy gown.
What I see and what you see is two different things.
So why assume from the way I'm looking to figure who I am.
So what I'm stuck in a place with all these feelings?
So what I'm sitting here trying to scratch out the pain?
So what I'm laughing to cover up my silent screams?
So what I look so happy that there's nothing wrong with me to you?
So what? 
The response to it is to really know how to break this spell..
So..whats up?