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Talea Newman Poem
This night is neverending
while i lye here in such angst.
my body stiff and motionless
while my mind floats far away.
all silent while they're sleeping
only the tick-tock of the clock
and this misery dissolves me
As i'm trapped inside my thoughts.
the bees begin to descend
as they congregate to sworm
beneath my skin they hover
And build their hives inside my joints
I am struck down by my sickness
my disorder, this disease
and i am weaker now than ever
with no light here to be seen.
To once be such a fighter, independant willed and tough.
Now merely just a prisoner inside a body you once loved.
No sleep for me, not on this night
maybe tomorrow we shall see.
I look to the moon to cleanse me
from this morter mixed by hate.
Slip into acceptance that this is to be my destined fate
For there is no cure and in this we obscure
all realities we face.
Copyright © Talea Newman | Year Posted 2012
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Talea Newman Poem
So i will sit like a sparrow on a power line,
just patiently waiting for the sunlight
to wake me up and save me.....
save me from these dying times.
Because this land is loseing color
and these trees they bare their bones.
i am just waiting for the summer
maybe by then i will have a place
to call home.
Copyright © Talea Newman | Year Posted 2012
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Talea Newman Poem
My skin is tough, like hard plastic.
But my heart is made of mush!
These cuts provide a purpose in the
shapeing of the soul, and these
scars they tell a story of the many
past lost goals. We build ourselves
from circumstance and learn what
we can take... and when it is life
seems to much we are destined all
to break. I see the world from lava
stone with everything upturned,
when peoples words and actions set
a fire to help me burn. This world is
dark and sometimes fueled by this
pain that seaps from my bones, and
its times like this i would not miss
this world i've come to know. My
tears they spill out weakness for all
who care to see, but they do not
know the strength i hold or the
current battle fought within me. Its
constance overwhelms me and it
strips me to the core, until there is
nothing left except an empty vessel
that hoards lost words. I cannot
make them see whats real and how
every day is a victory. If only i can
make it from rise to set. I need a
constant feed of courage, love, and
hope. For others faith it seems to
help me cope. There is none left in
this old cell that harbours a heart
and soul, and without them i would
merely be mush and plastic
formed into a mold.
Copyright © Talea Newman | Year Posted 2012
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Talea Newman Poem
Open your eyes
and try to see,
from the forgiveing sun
to the angry sea
that i am the earth
and she is me...
*if we could all realize how intricately connected we are with everything that surrounds us, we would be far better off *
Copyright © Talea Newman | Year Posted 2012
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