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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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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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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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Divine Creator

I’ll help the birds fly
I won’t let the leaves die
I’ll touch growing flowers
I’ll sing to ignorant waves
I won’t breath stormy air
I’ll tell the wind to go away
I’ll lay on the grass
I’ll sit in the dirt
I’ll sleep under stars
I’ll taste the clouds
I’ll live with nature
I’ll make the earth feel
I’ll die with nature
Then she and I can weep together

Together we can create a world 
Where
Birds fly on their own 
Leaves will die to let pretty ones live
Growing flowers will blossom
Waves will be loud and demanding but never ignorant
Stormy air will be the best air to breathe
Wind will travel where it wants
Grass will love the feeling of a body
Dirt will always be dirt
People will have adventures under the stars
The Clouds will be too high to taste

Me and nature will let people feel what it is like to weep, love, live, and die 
They will be the earth’s emotions
And the earth will feel them

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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

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Who Knows About Love?

I told my mother I loved him. 
She said I was wrong. 
I told my father I loved him. 
He said I was young. 
I did not know if either of those things were true.
But I knew they did not love each other.

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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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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