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Best Poems Written by Crissieteen Woodham

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Old Scrapbook

Today I found a dust-ridden journal
Its pages were tinted with age
The edges rough
From the jagged tears
The writing faded and worn
What is this I thought to myself.
As i flicked through the pages
So gently
Trying so hard to keep the book
As a whole
I paused
My hand froze
Eyes gazed
I was a statue.
Just by finding a picture
This Picture I found was
A photo of you.
My brain started ticking
Mind thinking
Thoughts wondering
Body sinking
Then a pain
I long had forgotten
I wanted to know the answers
What you would have been like now?
If you were doing ok?
What really happens in the end?
Why didn't you take me with you in the first place?
I guess I'll never know
So Swiftly
I slammed the book closed
Dropped to the floor.
After a minute.
Ran deep into the woods.
And buried it.
I buried you.
Life moves on
I thought i had also
So no longer will I dwell
In my old scrapbook.

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Kaleidoscopic Heart

The colours of my heart
shine bright
with vivid fantasies
and future fairytales
enlightened by soft hues
of long lost childhood dreams.

Baby blues,
earthly greens
and clouds of passion pink
create a kaleidoscope
so beautiful when seen
through my own lens.

A myriad of failures
reflect in discontent
to obscure insufficient images
seen through your own judgement.

I am panchromatic,
falsely seen as achromatic,
by your optical perception
when doubtful shades
absorb my light.

Dawn defends the spectrum
with a brilliant golden blaze
as the rainbow of my life
spans across
the bold blue skies.

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The Muse

The muse sings so elegantly
Breathing life into every note
Sweet melodies rapture that tries the soul
and suffocates until taken down
noted and noted and noted again
The quill doth bleed every word
It gives life as quickly as it takes it away

The dew kissed mornings
The gleam in the eye of a child
The light reflecting its multi-rays of vibrancy
These empower the muses insight
Into the realm of imagination
Ride fast, ride true
No boundaries are withstanding
Bare everything as one has foreseen it
The binding coil is soft metal made
Easily broken and created again

The muses flow can never be tamed
Silent only in spells
Dormant only in dreams
However it lies like a rooster
Awaiting the dawn.

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For once I thought reality was in my hands,
I felt I was on the pinnacle of the cosmos,
And all the stars and planets were at one with me, 
I lay curtained in boundless joy, 
Twinkling and radiating sparks to all.

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Whispers On the Wind

Honesty’s idle breeze
gently blows whispers
into my blemished heart,
tarnished by metaphors
that hovered above
cloud-covered skies
in search of clarity
upon zephyrs of truth.
Malicious chatter
stirs ill-conceived winds
that rage internally
as sorrowful tempests
squall within my mind
until honesty’s idle breeze
whispers gently again.

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Strangers

Strangers in the night
Meeting under a black moon
Not knowing what they see
Unmindful of each other
Because fates uncertain paths
They travel alone
Underneath cloudless skies
Beneath it all
They belong together
Yet they move on
Footsteps nearing
Oportunities passing
Each in his and her own worlds
Caught up in webs of love and hate
Of trust and deceit
Webs they spin
And traps they weave
To fall into
To fall out of
But no response from either
As their paths cross
They don’t recognise
Themselves in the other
For they are
And always will be

Strangers in the night.

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The Paths of Life

We all travel down our own paths
Some paths twist and some paths turn
However we must travel them.
Though the path of life may seem hard
Know that that path is yours and only yours.
All our paths all have the same start
And they ultimately lead to this same place
Yet its the decisions we make
In life that will lead our paths to cross
And though we may cross paths and continue down them together
Inevitably we know our paths will lead us into different directions
It is only when we try to follow the path of others that we lose our way.
Trying to get back on the path where we where happy
Will only lead us to a dead end
This is because our paths lead us forward never back
So always keep in mind emotions are earthly but our paths are eternal.
So move forward never try to go back.
You’ll find that we all must travel alone
And yes we may in our lives cross paths again.
But until then we must continue down our paths until our path ends
From the unreal lead me to the real.
From darkness lead me to light.
From death lead me to immortality.

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A Tainted Reflection

Have you ever looked in the mirror
And seen an unfamiliar face
Staring straight back at you?
Full of cuts and bruises
Wounds or scars
Eyes like deep hollows
And skin a ghostly white
A deformed and ugly face.
Instinct from within you tell you
That nobody ever listens 
To a word that comes out
Those chapped and swollen lips.

After acknowledging the face of this stranger
Have you ever asked yourself...
Who it was?
Have you ever considered...
They might need help?
Have you ever thought...
What might have happened
Have you ever realized...
It was you.
I have

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We Run

Running from ourselves
We disperse in empty air
Into the raw sharpened winds
The sea-swept shells line up
Like razor-blades beneath our humbled feet
Breaking our butterfly-winged skin we run
Shedding our pain in a trail behind us
Over the pristine sands
In hope that one day
The waters will wash it away

We run from opposite sides of the earth
Both of our bodies bones shatter in the cold
Yet never sharing a word
We see absolutely nothing at all 
Whilst wading in the blue-gray waters
And our skins turn from fair to a papery white
As the winds brisk chilling song flies through our skeletons
Sweeping away our remains of these glass souls

Our stony, irrational and feeble thoughts
Scurry blindly beneath translucent skin
Penetrating like hail into fragile innocence
Thorns stabbing so sharp and bitterly as we fall
Painting a red rose garden on a once lily white canvas
Cobwebs now cover a once looked after piece
Of broken life and withered years.

In the end we carry on hiding
Becoming strangers to ourselves
Loosing touch of sanity
Personality and Reality
Never turning back
We run