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Alyse Anderson Poem
I wear this little mask to hide myself from others,
With it no one can tell that my life is all a blunder.
When I'm feeling down and I don't want anyone to see,
It's always there to comfort and to hide the true me.
It makes me look happy and it makes me look complete,
But without it what you would see is anger, confusion, and defeat.
I don't want any pitty, nor do I want you to cry,
But when I see fingers pointing blame,
I put my mask on to hide my shame.
But if you wait patiently and I trust you through and through,
I'll take my mask off slowly and show myself to you.
Please don't judge me or make me feel afraid,
Or I'll quickly put my mask back on and forever there it will stay.
I know it may be difficult for you to believe,
How hard it is to unveil myself, emotions and personality.
But someday when I'm ready I'll take it off so you can see,
That what was hiding behind it was a scared little girl that lives inside of me.
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Alyse Anderson Poem
Carrying a bundle of flowers I walk through the field of granite stone,
I'm surrounded by people but all alone.
I kneel on the grass, water soaking my knees,
I listen as the breeze weaves through the trees.
I stroke the cold wet stone with my glove,
Yank my hair as I stare at the heavens above.
My eyes began to burn from all the pain,
Interrupting my grieving, there came the rain.
I traced the engraved words with my fingertip,
Salty tears fell upon my lip.
Leaving the flowers in front your grave as I begin to stand,
I shall miss you my dear friend.
Walking through a field of granite stone,
Surrounded by people but all alone.
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Tears are falling freely down upon the floor,
Anger seeping in me deep into my core.
I as the artist with a blade as my tool,
Carve like a sculpter, my skin as my mural.
The war is almost over and the fight's just begun,
I feel my trust shatter as your lies come undone
The look you gave with your eyes so cold not a care,
Told me that you used me for pleasure and your secret love affair.
I need to release the guilt that I feel inside,
Because the girl whom you cheated doesn't know about your lie.
How could you be so selfish and think you can have it all,
Two girls wrapped round your finger like two clueless barbie dolls.
Your false love breaks upon me like glass thrown to the floor,
Pick up the pieces quickly to carve myself some more.
Now I lay here painless because I'm numbed up inside,
Consciousness slipping away so no more tears tonight.
I fly into the sky with two angels as my wings, carrying me to heaven while their dreamy
voices sing.
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His tears carry memories of broken dreams,
His mind tears at the seams,
Only to leave him hanging by mere strands.
He strokes the picture frame surrounding his painful past,
He smashes the glass,
Hoping to destroy the emptiness inside his soul.
Alone again with only his voice to keep him from insanity,
His life is full of calamity,
Forcing his soul to quiver as shattered tears flow from his eyes.
This pain he cannot stand as he starts to lunge,
His heart takes a plunge,
Into a place where he has no control.
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I hear your voice whispering in my ear,
Though I know that you're no longer here.
Memories of you dance in my head,
As I sit upon my bed.
Why did you leave me here alone to die,
I'm starting to think of suicide.
Down upon my wrist I see,
A trail of blood flowing free.
It numbs the pain I can't withstand,
My teardrops fall upon my hand.
It's flowing more rapidly than before,
The pain is numb I feel no more.
I scream so loud but my lungs are empty,
I just want death to come and take me.
I cry so hard but my eyes are dry,
I just want my soul to fly.
I cut so deep and blood keeps dripping,
Blood of sadness that makes me dizzy.
Your love that I can't live without,
Is making my mind clowded out.
My eyes are swollen from all the crying,
I can feel my body slowly dying.
My sight is black and it hurts to breath,
I take my last breathing heave.
The knife I fold my hands around,
I plunge in deep and hit the ground.
As I lay there I say my last to you,
"I love you sweety, see you soon."
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I'm so confused with my life, to many decisions, to many consequences, to much pain and
hurt...why wont my mind unclowd itself? Where am I to go, I'm torn between
places....unknown territory, or familiar faces.
Lost in a world shaded with doubt, there is no one here to help me out. I try to run away
from my problems, but there is no where to go I'm stuck inside myself. It feels like I'm
standing in a crowd of 1,000 people screaming at the top of my lungs, crying tears of
hoplessness...yet no one even turns a head. Nobody asks if I need some help, just a little
advice to someone who hasn't seemed to figure out what life's about.
Down on my knees now what am I to do? Should I pray to the man in the sky? I think he's a
lie, too many people have had to die. Am I next or am I to wait? I don't want to have it be a
surprise, I want to know if I'm to die when I close my eyes. So many questions but no
answers, there's no one to ask, so I guess it doesn't matter.
I'm tired of living this hopeless lie, that's why all I do is cry. I sleep all day so I'm up all
night, I don't have to deal with a single person, or lose another fight, nor open another door
that has no one inside.
I look into your eyes and see into your soul, I wish I could be with you, and let you take
control. But once again I'm in my trance and I push another away, so here I am by myself
far from okay. I can't seem to trust anyone who comes to near, because I fear they'll hurt
me and I'll cry more tears. I Slap people in the face with my poisoned angery tongue, I
know it burns deep within their mind leaving scars upon there ego.
Someday in this lifetime I hope things will change inside me and in this world, and I'll change
into a strong woman and not a scared little girl. Tears will turn to dust for I will not need their
company, lies will turn to truth for I don't need a secret identity. Fears will turn to hopes, and
dreams to reality, anger turned to joy, and love from infedelity.
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