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Gwen Dixon Poem
Here I am waiting.
Waiting for you to wake up.
And find love in me.
Copyright © Gwen Dixon | Year Posted 2010
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I’m a puzzle piece.
I’m simply cut with rounded edges.
But I am nothing like the others.
I don’t fit in with anyone
Except for those made to lock arms with me.
The trouble is, I have to find them first.
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Gwen Dixon Poem
By: Gwen Dixon
For Rain, the Story
She drips ever so slowly, working her way down
Eying the world ever-so carefully from her tiny, gray cloud.
She wraps the world with cleanliness, washing away the sun.
Yet she can tear down like bullets, sent from a liquid gun.
She builds up like mountains, but remains silent
That is until she pours down, and then becomes violent.
She tears up oceans and rivers and streams
Haunting there after, like a child’s bad dreams.
But who is this woman? A woman called rain?
Does anyone really know from whom she came?
Where does she stay when she doesn’t pour down?
Does anyone know what’s beyond her gray cloud?
I know who she is and just where she came.
Yes, child, would you like to hear the story of the rain?
Would you like to know about her creation?
Do you want to know what formed her very foundation?
They say her mother was the moon itself.
But when she was born, she was smaller than an elf.
However, soon she grew so strong and big,
That she could snap a bone like it was a twig.
Her mother than built a house on a cloud
For Rain to live in when she didn’t pour down.
It was big and gray, made of stone.
But Rain was sad living all alone.
So the moon created a horse made of the sun.
But Rain was still lonely with just one.
So her mother made her one more.
Just to sooth her daughter’s uproar.
She named the two Glisten and Sky, for they were so bright.
But even though they were from the sun, they weren’t yellow; they were white.
She would ride them at night across the black sky.
Screaming with joy as they projected their light.
~~~~~So, whenever you see light across the sky~~~~~
~~~~Think of Rain, for she’s riding up high.~~~~
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I am…
Questionably nothing.
My eyes search for something.
But always come back empty-handed.
I feel…
Stuck in a nightmare.
My mind wraps around horrors of my own creation.
Unexplored areas have come out of the shadows to make horrors more prominent.
I think…
I am what I am not.
Confusion seeks refugee in my mind tonight.
It overwhelms my every crevice until it reigns completely supreme.
I see…
Inside my own mind.
Yet I cannot look into the real world.
All I see are images too gray to be from reality.
I can never be…
Anything acceptable in society.
I will always be something that lifts negative thoughts.
I can never be normal; I can never be anything but a fish out of water.
I am… a freak.
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I feel like I am a doodle on a chalk board.
As something of my importance comes to mind,
They erase my feet.
Slowly, as I become more unwanted,
My calves suffer the same fate.
As expected,
My knees go next.
I'm left to hobble on my thighs
Until they find something better to be drawn
And erase them as well.
As they grow in imagination,
I shrink under the clap of an eraser.
Soon, I'm left with nothing but a head.
But that goes as well,
And I become nothing but memories.
Memories that will soon disappear as well.
Copyright © Gwen Dixon | Year Posted 2011
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If he holds the world in his hands
Then why has he left me all alone?
If he knows the thoughts of every man
Then why do mine feel unknown?
If his words will always set me free
Then why am I trapped in my own mind?
If he claims to have died for me
Then why must I die for man kind?
If I stand out in his eyes
Then why am I unnoticed elsewhere?
If he protects me from Satan’s lies
Then why am I trapped in a nightmare?
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People say it’s only skin, but I see lard.
I see it falling down, straight from my arms.
It speaks to me, saying, come on eat.
You know you want to. Come on, feed me.
But I won’t. I think: discipline is key.
You can do it, food’s the enemy.
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Watch my nothingness.
Watch the emptiness cover my being.
Watch my feelings of suicide recover again and again.
Watch my spirit get trampled over and over, waiting for peace.
But peace never comes.
Copyright © Gwen Dixon | Year Posted 2010
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I wrapped myself in veils of lilac
Beauty hid my flawed skin
Slowly they peeled back my layers
Revealing my imperfections again
My arms reek of blood
From scratches self-induced
Scars and bruises around my elbow
Show all that that produced
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In a perfect world,
Hell on Earth would be a literary term.
But in the real world,
The phrase describes everyday life.
In a perfect world,
Hope wouldn’t exist; We wouldn’t need it.
But in the real world,
It’s the only thing that truly keeps us alive.
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