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Best Poems Written by Dixie Turner

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Oh Would You Look At Her

She walks along a misty path humming yesterday's tears.
A breath of a thing, only promising to run in fear.
The sky cries when she walks into the open.
The flowers fade, knowing her love is broken.
His frosty lies left bruises on her dainty lips.
Her fragile hands still remember him.
Missing his ancient soul became her hobby.
Oh would you Look at her, such a lonely body.

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Intro

Hello
I guess you don’t know me
I’m just a mere human 
And here is my story

I was small 
And so was my family.
Our love was big,
But so was our tragedy

I craved an artistic sense of mind
And a love for learning
But it was freedom I was truly yearning

Freedom from sadness
Freedom from neglect
Freedom from tears
Freedom from memories I would never forget

You do not know everything
Someday you will
I will spare you some details
But will not leave out the thrill

This little story is sad but true
It is beautiful or terrible
However you may construe

There are a million words pacing through my head
But trust me okay,
It does not all need to be said

So listen closely to the words that I am saying
The ending is happy

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The Ghost She Left Behind

The world got caught under her breath
They could never hear her precious mumbling, only realized when she left

One second she was there
One second she was floating in timeless air

In a wisp of whimsical space
She would show her elegant face

A polaroid of a perfect smile
Commanding regretful tears and remembrance of all the distant years

Her blood was on the hands of many, 
No one predicted the coming tragedy

Her life not quite a blissful blur
But rather a silent stab of sadness

She left no note or collective clues 
That might have calmed you

No lying lyrics that provoked pointless pity in 
Some that might have said torturing her was comedy

She only left a small reminder to anyone who could find her

And that is this…

“Dying is easy my friend, living is harder.”

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Younger

The apartment smelled like smoke
Frail and fleeting
I looked at her
She never ate
Always yelled
I looked at him
He never stayed
Always somber
Curled in a blanket on the floor
Thin and cold
Looking up at the ceiling
A stain on the wall
The window was open
Screaming in the kitchen
Needles on the floor
The carpet dirty
I walked around a little bit
I lay back down
There was no food
There was nothing

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I Wish He Would've Said

“Paint me like one of your french boys.”, he said.
I told him I didn’t paint.

I would love to paint, the problem is I feel as though color just ruins my art.
I told him this.
I wish he would’ve said, “Oh darling if you won’t paint me,
Then I can paint you, I know so many colors that you would look stunning in.”

But he didn’t say this he just told me he didn’t paint either

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Darkest Evening

This frail feeling of worldly fate
Drowning and fast fading, mortal and degrading

This voice, his lips on my ear; whispering, 
Hurtful hate; feeding on fear

These choices, crucial, turning life into a surreal blur of chaos 
Dreadful moments just waiting to occur

The darkness pounces on my soul wrapping and clawing its way to my mind, 
There is something very valuable to find

For a most Holy Spirit is guarding my hallowed heart 
And the daunting demons have yet to part

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Romanticize

I looked at the trees.
They moved with the birds, while they chirped and laughed. 
Shutting the door, my hand shaking from former caffeine. 
I heard music from my room.
It stopped.
My speaker died. 
The blinds let the light in and my room smelled good,
like laundry in the morning. 
My skin was easy today and my lips soft. 
The house was still and my heart at peace.
Days were content and long.
Clean, Coffee, Scripture, Makeup, Work. 
My routine is simple.
The only problem, 
I am alone.

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Painted Love

I romanticize you. 
No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind. 
You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic.
Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented.
Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life. 
Look at you.
I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are.
My dear, you are art in the simplest way.

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Anxiety The Monster

Anxiety consumes.
IT eats
And IT eats
devouring,
until the only substance left is drool.
A drool so cold and numb,
one could say IT hurts.
IT dribbles down the brain 
looking at memories,
looking at moments,
ripping them and moving to the next.
IT leaves IT'S exhausting trail while going back to IT'S hiding place. 
In the back of the mind IT sits, getting hungry. The anguish is almost addicting.
One more thought circles back and once again anxiety pounces,
always hungry,
always empty,
never satisfied.

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Cinderella

For years I had an idea in my head
You came along and brought it to life
I watched my thoughts and words take form of a human
Dreams of romance and adoration truly breathed
I was in awe
Something so far was finally at my fingertips
You were real
That was the best time of my life
I hate myself for taking it for granted
Because now,
It was all just a dream