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Anna Erickson Poem
Ah, sweet bonny flower face
That sits outside my door
Nodding in the eve time
Waking gently in the morn
Nothing so pretty as your pink-tipped petals
Nor as fragrant as you, my rose
Your very existence is poetry
Sprung up in a garden of prose
Ah, but my lacy lillies
Sigh enviously at your grace
And all my quiet pansies
Wish silently for your face
But only you are the queen of flowers
Beautiful now and forever more
You, sweet bonny flower face
Who sits outside my door.
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Anna Erickson Poem
Sometimes life is just living
Sometimes as much as you want to move forward you don't
Sometimes love comes from deep within and sometimes it doesn't
Sometimes love is given in such a barbed and calloused way as hate
Sometimes fear makes you grow stronger
And sometimes it cripples you inside
Sometimes the things you want don't come
And sometimes you waste your whole life waiting
Sometimes I wish life was like a long walk down a straight road
Every step you took you could see your progress
See you past fading behind you
See your future coming clearer
Sometimes I want to just walk away
Away from this still same spot I find myself in
As if putting one foot in front of the other
Would help me get somewhere in life too
But sometimes life is just living
Waking up every morning and living
Blind to any progress you may be making
Yet trusting God to get you there.
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I might smile
I might agree that you're cool
I may even act like I enjoy having you around
But I think that I hate you
I don't really hate you, I hate what you've done
You've stolen my joy and you've taken my fun
What used to be mine, now is yours
The place I once held, now you hold
It's all about you now and I'm sick of it
I could almost hate you for that
I want to scream in your face
I want to tell you that I despise what you've done
I almost wish you didn't exist
Or lived some indescribable distance away never to be seen
But you're too nice
Too polite
Too too
So I can't do any of these things
And I hate feeling this way
Feeling so incredibly jealous of you
Not being happy for another's happiness
Wanting to let myself hate you
I know I'm pathetic, disgusting,
So I try to hold it all inside
But it doesn't work very well
I want desperatley to run away
Then at least I could leave behind
Instead of being left behind
But there is no where to go
I could almost hate you
But it's not really you that I hate
If it were anyone else in your place it would be the same
I just hate the change
I hate feeling that I'm losing something that belonged to me
Something I never would have given up willingly
But I know now, it was never mine
What do I own?
Not my best friend
Not the time we spent together
Not the choice of who she spends her time with now
Not her love
The memories
I own only the memories
And in the end, that is all I'm left with.
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Golden shoulders
Green grass
Bright nails
Faded shirts
Big sunglasses
Little movement
Water fights
Washed cars
Busy schedules
Lazy afternoons
Floating rivers
Sinking sun
No sweatshirt
No inhabitions
I'll miss you, summer.
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Anna Erickson Poem
Oh it's just another day
A day that is filled with pain
And clouds and tears and rain
But it's just another day
It's just another day
Full of hurt that won't go away
And words I cannot say
Oh it's just another day
Just another simple day
With chores that need to be done
With heartache before the day's begun
It's just another day
Just a regular, everyday sort of day
With the week beginning to end
With mail that I need to send
I've learned that my heart doesn't bend
It breaks.
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Old words
Tucked away
Like ideas in the back of my mind
Memories forgotten
In light of the present
I forgot memories could be so unkind
I don't want to feel
I don't want to think
Of the friendship we used to share
I loved you
And you loved me
But now only half the love is there
This pain inside
I wish I could cry
But no tears come to my eyes
We used to laugh
We used to hug
Now all our smiles ar lies
You've moved on
By holding yourself back
With attractions that I can't show up
I don't want to move on
I want friendships to last
I guess this is what it feels like to grow up.
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You smile and wave as you pass by
But I hate it.
I hate to see you with that cigarette dangling from your lips
I hate to see your profile, partially hidden by the smoke that's curling away from your mouth
I hate it when you talk to me with the smell of tobacco on your breath
Just quit.
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