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Best Poems Written by Adele Bouthillier

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Scared of the Dark

Night brings thoughts
       of darkness.
Pain hurts in the cold
       loneliness of midnight.
Stay awake
       with thought
After thought
       Shadows dance
With thought after thought
       And stir up the Demons
I play dangerous games
       with ,Aww, my creatures
of Night.
         Shiny tools and trinkets
consume and coddle me.
         Just fall asleep
and they will go away
till tonight.
Sunrise brings new hope,
      But then Sunset comes.
I find I am still
      Afraid of the dark

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Corrosion

Wish I could vanish
into thin air
It's not like they see
the real me,
Like anyone does care 
You, Just stay away
You telling me
your adoring lies
with fists yelling and
Spitting loves' sweet venom 
Leaving me poisoned 
and wanting to die
You turn away
and laugh your goodbye
Love turned to hate
Relationships to dust
My once vibrant colorful heart
corroded with red hateful rust
Just another reason to be stained and alone 
and never again trust.

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My Freedom

My Freedom is,
  Looking at the world,
  with  child-like wonder,
  compassionate loving and
  Spiritual eyes.
     My Freedom is,
  Watching dandelion seeds
  Blow by me on a                                                                                              
  warm Summer's breeze.
     My Freedom is, 
  Listening to music and 
  Dancing in front of the mirror                                                                         
  I brush my teeth
  Every morning and every night.                                                                                        
     My Freedom is,
  Looking up at the rain
  and feeling The Divine's
  Tears of Her Joys and Her Sorrows
  That soothes my darkness
  and awakens my Shine.                                                                                  
     My Freedom is...
  Closing my eyes
  and remember how 
  my lovers' passionate kiss 
  rests on my trebling lips.                                                                                
     My Freedom is..
  Laughing so hard from a joke 
  That I only know the punchline too.
  And someone else joins in and laughs 
     My Freedom is,
  Looking in my childrens' twinkling eyes
  and seeing love, light ,and laughter
  and reflecting it back to me.
    My Freedom is my heart
    My Freedom is my mind
    My Freedom is my soul.
 They can shackle my hand and feet,
 They can put me in a cage,
 they can try to dehumanize me,
 But they can only take what give to them                                                  
    My Heart  Mind  Soul is Mine
    My Freedom belongs to Me

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Incarceration's Abyss

There are so many trapped
and tortured souls in this 
desolate place.
We are ghosts, screaming for freedom,
darklings, crying for light.
Never sure how to grasp onto
something invisible,
without strangling it.
Even before the cold bars
made of murk and gloom
there was no hope,
only bleakness.
Now "lost'' takes on 
a greater, deeper meaning
for us here.
Lost in the abyss of incarceration,
groping for strands of liberty.
Deprived of human spirit,
Forbade femininity, devoided masculinity,
By force at first,
But by choice over time.
Resisting may seem futile
Do rebel my Sisters and Brothers,
Insurgence is necessary
to rise and revolt!
But do not rise against "them",
Rise against your darkness
against your self hate,
your intolerance of others,
against your deep seeded fears.
For hope my Friends, and
the only way to survive this cage
is to Grab tight the Light,                                                                          all your Strength Hope and Love
For it is the only weapon against
The descending into  the the Darkness of the Abyss

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Torn

Rip me into a million pieces
Tear me into shreds
Then put me back together
and mold me
into what you want to see
conflictions in my mind, leads me to find
my path, my real self and who I'm supposed to be.
You can make up my mind,
tell me what to do and the things I should find,
I must be inept to you, a fool of some kind,
I'll be good, I won't fight,
If people will just let me do what I know is right.
Go ahead beat me up, kick me and put me down
I'll tend my wounds,
and I'll be up and around
I am no longer weak
I am no longer small.
I am no longer torn
about who I am at all

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Victoria Dianne

I dreamt of her last night,
It was so real I could taste the salt on her lips,
and the vengeance on her tongue
So sweet and so violent.
I believed she loved me
but only for a moment,
She was so tender 
seemingly veracious.
Till I lifted her black veil
and saw the lies behind 
her sparkling amber eyes.
That almost gets me every time.