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Alaina Hartman Poem
If the stories of Heaven and Hell are real,
I only desire one thing: forgiveness.
My heart yearns to see God's smile when I die.
I can only hope he will pity me,
and see what I long for in my ghostly eyes.
My spirit craves to be one with the night sky.
I hope to dance along the winds that lead me to the galaxy.
The moon will be my neighbor.
I will become the light of the world,
the gleam that conquers darkness,
and the aurora guiding those lost in obscurity.
God will evolve my essence into what awes my human figure: a star.
Copyright © Alaina Hartman | Year Posted 2011
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Alaina Hartman Poem
To dream, or not to dream: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis well for the mind to picture
Worldly treasures longed for and desired,
Or to know the sting of disappointment,
And fight against it? To suffer: to dream:
No more; and by dream we say to end
The failure of wishes made upon stars,
Shooting through a once black, forsaken night.
To suffer, to dream; to dream conjures light;
Light destined to rescue a broken soul,
And deliver the pain from past mistakes,
That crawl; broken in circles overhead.
Like demons, they shadow triumphant steps,
And feed, hungrily, on each staggered breath;
With darkly smiles that congeal the spine;
Laughing, frenziedly, at a soul’s demise.
Failure ignites fear, destroys honored pride,
And cripples the power of armored dreams.
To suffer: to dream we end suffering,
And persevere with unyielding valor;
Terminating the demon’s poisoned grin,
And exile it to Beelzebub’s hell.
We steal its manipulation of fate,
And acquire strength to dream once again.
For in a dream, ambition conquers all,
And steers away unwelcome misery.
Like angels, dreams protect our fragile soul;
While guiding us through a brisk, starless night,
And conceive faith for an unknowing heart.
I know not my fate, but trust infinite dreams.
Copyright © Alaina Hartman | Year Posted 2011
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Alaina Hartman Poem
You are my sun.
My every action gravitates, orbits, revolves around you.
Pulling me closer and closer your rays of light are magnetic,
and I can't fight the temptation.
I am blinded by what makes sense,
hypnotized by the warmth so near,
and deceived by the beautiful mask you wear.
For what lays inside the golden yellow of your exterior silently waits to destruct, explode, and erase every memory of the entrancing star you used to be.
Copyright © Alaina Hartman | Year Posted 2011
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Alaina Hartman Poem
Warmth consumes me.
The feel of a cool breeze ignites my senses as it crawls over me.
I can smell the sea salt in the air.
My body gravitates towards that smell, like an addiction.
Fiery, electrifying sand squishes between my toes,
the gentle wind plays with my hair,
and the sun gazes upon me as I walk toward this phenomenon.
My eyes are entranced by the beauty ahead of me, and then I feel it.
The rush of cool water wraps around my ankles, pulling me further into my fixation.
A steady current guides me while my feet explore the mysteries below.
Waves surround my figure, and I dance to their beat.
My soul is gladly captured in the astonishment of the ocean.
I am home.
Copyright © Alaina Hartman | Year Posted 2011
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