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Leighann Anderson Poem
Sudden and strangely strong
many shocks flood my body
causing muscles to stiffen
in protest.
Does it hurt?
Sometimes.
My mind drowns itself in
electricity without prior warning
causing a myriad of odd seizures.
Each one different from the
last; no seizure is the same.
My memory is not impaired,
I remember every one and
everything around me,
although speech disappears.
People appear scared, not from me
but from what I have – epilepsy.
Many stigmas float around the
condition, many are as false
as the common school rumour.
Still they are believed like an old
wife’s tale.
Epilepsy?
An unwanted burden,
it limits possibilities,
still I have it and so bare
its unwanted scars.
My life impounded and unfulfilled,
epilepsy is a curse without
any hope of a cure,
it’s only made controllable
by a blend of concoctions created
by textbook intellect.
Still my body and soul remain my own
regardless of how hard it tries
to take control,
I remain confident and strong.
Epilepsy?
Dominant as it may be life must
go on and I must continue to grow
and prosper.
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Leighann Anderson Poem
Misunderstood, trapped and rarely
considered an equal; confusion
dominates many faces that try to
comprehend my broken voice.
No-one seems to recognise my
body language and unusual hand movements.
Wrong conclusions are drawn towards
my level of intelligence; many view me
like a lost child desperate to be one with
its mother.
I may speak the English language but
it appears broken; my voice is thus
lost, like a treasured belonging long
been misplaced somewhere unknown.
My hearing remains but I speak like
a deaf person; hand gestures are made
to try to convey my thoughts and emotions,
sadly, hardly anyone has learned how to
interpret someone like myself.
I am voiceless and thus I seem not to
belong in this world of fragmented images
of what is deemed normal.
Regardless of my affliction I remain as
whole as I can possibly be.
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Leighann Anderson Poem
What is beauty?
Is it only shown on the
outside or is it embedded
beneath the skin?
Many might only see beauty
as what they can see with
their eyes, thus they make
assumptions as to how
beautiful something is, which
is often foolish.
But some see it both ways
thus creating a clearer
form of what they consider
beautiful.
Mistakes can be made by
judging something by its
cover, like the simple
picking of a rose but its thorns
prick your skin almost unexpectedly
causing pain and blood to seep out.
Beauty is something so complicated
that many fail to understand the
word; they are blinded by cruel
and immoral definitions that become
seeded into the mind thus creating
a false and depraved image that only
becomes the meaning of ugliness.
Beauty is not always on the surface
but more often than not hidden beneath,
like one’s soul; it can’t be seen but
it's known to be there.
If one can see past the
incomplete image that the human
mirror reflects, beauty becomes
apparent to all; untarnished
and pure.
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I stand here in this abandoned
church listening to the derelict
silence of the sombre ambience.
I look out of a shattered stain-glass
window, my mind has gone blank.
The bell rings sending an eerie
chime through the dust covered
room.
My heart is racing from the
spine-chilling fear that suddenly
floods my body.
I look once more; a white
dove sits peacefully on the
window sill chirping its soft
song; tranquillity from deep
within a magical heart.
The bell rings once more,
it startles me,
I turn back to peer out of the
shattered window,
the dove was made from glass.
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Leighann Anderson Poem
Many words remain unspoken;
secrets are thus created.
some are secrets of intimacy,
desire and unshared memories.
Whilst others are long since
forgotten as time has passed.
Thoughts unshared are the
essence of hidden fantasies that
belong in the land of the imaginative.
Words when spoken become ripples
that grow into waves that flow
within us all becoming part of
our minds and souls.
Unspoken words are words that
are now lost in the ocean of
lost time; time is the element
uncontrolled by anything or
anyone.
Remain unspoken and time
passes by like a river flowing
through undiscovered land.
Words are meant to be spoken
for secrets are rarely welcome;
secrets are what become the
creator of lies and deceit.
Unspoken words; release them
from the confines of imagination
and they shall become part of
the magic of life itself.
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The moon shines brightly upon me,
your angelic touch fades
within my mind, blurring every
obscure image created by the mysterious
mist of fragmented thoughts.
My heart breaks into pieces as I forget all
memories, born to seize our souls
within this drowning world of
overwhelming deceit.
Teardrops form, falling like
light rain hidden behind my smile,
sorrow has captured me
in its dark, cruel hands,
but our fate is still within the strength of
my heart, still unlocked by you,
my angel.
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Many things appear lost and hidden
but a certain light gives them life.
Twilight gives everything an opaque
glow making it appear solid like stone.
Many sounds, both imaginary and genuine,
ricochet around the darkness creating
fear and a sense of being gone astray.
Forests are found on either side,
both black and dead; all the
trees deformed into eerie formations,
each one seems to strangle another.
The owl holes seem to possess jagged teeth,
like a wild animal beholds.
Suddenly, the only light is provided by
a whole and bright moon; a wolf howls
in the distance.
Twilight has gone, everything appears
dead, even the moon is surrounded by
a few spine-chilling clouds.
Everything has gone silent; something
appears to move; leaves rustle raising
one’s hair.
Without warning, everything has gone black,
like a great darkness has engulfed one’s soul.
Sadly this is not so for one has become part
of the surrounding land, both dead and living.
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Every day and night all I can
hear are strangers cursing,
cracking jokes, and laughing
at my distorted image.
Words become weaponry,
life never seems to be rid
of discrimation and abuse
that is polluting the very air
I breathe.
Children stare, some even cry
from the sudden fear that grows
when they see my distorted face.
Misunderstanding is thriving,
like a disease with no known cure.
Children I can endure, they
do not get under my skin like a
leech sucking life out of me.
Adults differ, they know the buttons
to press to cause hurt and unseen
agony; they seem to enjoy it.
I continue to smile, trying to mask my
true feelings but within my mind a voice
speaks, always negative, always flashing
terrible memories of my childhood assaults.
I am different, I know, but life seems to
view me in a different light.
Memories I bare create scars within
my lonely soul,
it desperately tries to fit in a world
of fragmented images of
what is considered beauty.
Normality does not come to those
who view the world in a light of
fixed images for life itself is always
different, always changing,
then yet I am viewed as an alien,
unwanted, feared, almost hated.
Still, I keep on living, regardless of
how many times sticks and stones
are thrown onto my path.
Being different?
Who actually cares?
Seems like everyone but life
itself evolves and so shall I.
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Life creates many things,
from plants to animals but
many forget the most vital
creation that begun many
millennia ago; the birth
of planet Earth.
Only a cloud of debris existed
in the cosmos that swirled
under gravity; slowly clumps of
ordinary looking stone begun
to stick together after a
thunderous impact; heat generated
within.
These mundane stones grew bigger;
their journey had suddenly begun.
Earth has many secrets hidden
beneath its outer shell but
sometimes it hints at the glory
of its power to create.
The earth we walk on is created
by magma so hot it glows in the
night; still the Earth has secrets;
gemstones are created by such
natural events.
Some are more cherished than others
then yet some are even eaten
without a single thought.
Some sparkle like stars, some
shine like gold while others
are dull and inert but have
such colours, like a rainbow,
they brighten up a smile when found.
However how a gemstone appears they
are still a creation of Earth;
powerful, resilient and beholder
of beauty.
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Emotions, what exactly are they?
Many think they are part of being
human, others think they are shared
by all living things.
Anger, happiness, sadness, love
and hate, these are all emotions;
confusion ripens within them all.
Life itself provides opportunities
for emotions to take seed within
the mind but many things can sow
them deep within.
A mixture of emotions can be felt
instantly, like a dark cloud falling
as rain on to the drought damaged
ground.
Emotions can make many feel full
of irksome thoughts that never
seem to go away; they sink their
claws deeper into the mind
determined to make their mark.
Many of us have the inane habit of
masking our true emotions with
a false reflection of contentment
when chaos is occurring within
our minds; depression and misery
are forged in the furnace of the
mind, creating a prison to
bottle up our true emotions.
Many bottles may be created
but eventually they will shatter
releasing the emotions in one
explosive event demolishing the
false outer shell of deception.
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