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Allie Smith Poem
How would it feel to fly?
To have wings, and soar across an open sky?
To take off over an ocean or a river, or even a creek?
To be the eagle, so strong and independent, or a butterfly, so small and meek?
To be as light as a butterfly,
With bright colorful wings that flutter quicker than a heartbeat
A tiny torso, and toothpick legs,
Cute little eyes, and sparkly antennae?
Or to be like an eagle, an attitude like a troll,
Eyes that stare into your heart and soul
Flying higher than I could ever imagine, back arched up tight
A palette of brown and white?
Or just to be me, someone who dances, who sings?
A person on the ground, with no wings?
I find being me much more fun,
To not have to stand up to be like anyone.
Copyright © Allie Smith | Year Posted 2012
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Allie Smith Poem
Devastation that's just multiplied by four
Lives lost, families strung and torn
Nothing remains the same as it was before
Businesses and homes crushed like fragile dreams
Lives lost, each one taken so quickly
This isn't real, isn't that what it always seems?
And yet I know I couldn't have prevented such a thing
Another NATURAL disaster
And for these volunteers, water and food is all I can bring
But I know this wasn't my fault, and that life is not a silly Game
I awaken every day to this reoccurring thought
"Will Joplin ever become the same?"
Copyright © Allie Smith | Year Posted 2012
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Allie Smith Poem
Thanks to you, I stay up all night worrying
Worrying that something bad is going to happen
That someone's going to be missing.
Thanks to you, I can't sleep
Staying wide awake in fear of someone being gone
Or something being out of place.
Thanks to you, I feel unsafe, insecure.
I miss you, and you just don't realize that.
You don't realize that you were my world
My safehouse
My harbor
You were mine.
To have... and to hold... or so you said.
Copyright © Allie Smith | Year Posted 2012
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