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Elaina Dixon Poem
This was her bitter sympathy,
she wished to not be seen,
crying up a sea of tears
and wishing to her last,
suppressed by all her childish fears
haunted by her past-
Grieving from the horrible past
crying for sympathy,
she must find a way to overcome her fears.
She locks a door to not be seen,
these memories are not to last,
so she wipes away those tears.
Wiping away those tears,
shying away from the past,
she wonders, "will I ever last?"
she has to stop the moaning sympathy
For who she is, she has to be seen,
she overcomes her worries and she overcomes her fears.
Overcoming her fears,
there are no more tears,
for she was finally seen.
moving on from the past,
no more crying self-sympathies
for the day it was she had last.
For a day it was she has last,
she helped others with their fears,
she finished her sympathy,
and she dried away their tears,
she took away their past,
their past never to be seen.
Their past never to be seen,
as day for them to last,
they finally forgot their horrible past.
they overcame their fears,
they never shed their tears,
for they were freed from this sympathy.
No more of these fears,
and no more of these tears,
there is no longer a sympathy,
for eye to eye they had seen,
they had finally last,
from their horrible past...
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006
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Elaina Dixon Poem
Stepping in the bathroom,
With a razor in you hand,
Your about to meet your doom,
As you have it planned.
You better lock the door,
So that no one can walk in,
During the act of slitting your skin.
Committing your suicide,
Should be a simple mission,
But coming to find out,
Do you give yourself permission?
Sitting and thinking,
As the tub fills up with water,
You're about to particpate in the act of self slaughter
Now accepting the fact that your happiness is gone,
You put away the tool, because it is time to move on...
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006
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Elaina Dixon Poem
Her man was not worth crying for.
She never shed a tear.
She showed him just how tough she was,
and she showed him she didn't care.
He was nothing but deceiving,
He was taking and receiving,
He was leaving her promises embedded in gold,
And she had believed all the lies he told.
He was nothing but a baby,
With his jealousy and rage,
He revealed to her his true colors of a violent tendency.
He wanted a mother for a wife,
She tried her best to impress.
His feelings of frustration did occur,
When his violence was unleashed upon her,
He put his last toe out of the line,
And that’s when she knew, everything would be fine,
As she finally threw him out of her life…
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006
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Elaina Dixon Poem
Once when she was falling
I had not paid attention to her crying,
once when she was calling
I was not there...
My mind was not here,
and I just did not see.
I did not see
when she was falling
I was not there
for her crying
I just was not here
when my name it was she had been calling.
For me she was calling,
and I just could not see
and for her I was not here,
while she was falling.
during her crying,
I was never there...
I was never there,
where she was calling.
and when she was crying
I just could not see
that she was badly falling
I was not here....
My mind was never here,
my mind was never there,
while she was falling,
and while she was calling.
I refused to see,
and I ignored her crying...
Ignoring her crying,
I was not here.
I just couldn't see,
nor my mind was not there
while she was calling,
and while she was falling...
I was not there,
for her calling...
and during her falling,
I was not here...
clearly, I did not see...
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006
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Elaina Dixon Poem
I would rather kill you than kill myself-
I would rather cut you than cut myself-
I would spill your blood everywhere,
so I could see how much the ground would soak it up-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
I imagine your corpse lying upon the floor,
the maggots crawling to you through the crevices of the doors-
they would feast upon the flesh of your skin,
and eat you down to your bones-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
Your kin would be crying,
your friends at that too-
but that won't stop me from doing what I'll do-
Remorse is not what you deserve.
For death is what you need-
for your "miserable" life will finally be freed-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2007
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Elaina Dixon Poem
how do I say I love you,
and truly mean it?
How can I love you,
and really feel it?
Love is indefinable
Love is indescribable
it leaves us undecided,
due to its undeniableness
We give it up undauntedly
our memories of love
continually haunting...
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if I had a razor,
I'd jab it through my wrist,
I'd clutch it tightly against my fist and press it against my skin.
I'd watch the blood seep through my clothing,
and I'd close my eyes while it drips to the floor.
Darkness will prevail,
The doors of the afterlife with open,
and I will walk right through them with no avail...
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006
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You watch the tears fall from my eyes-
in yet, you don't take notice.
You watch me scream for him-
but you still don't take notice.
You slap me in my face,
as you tell me to shut up,
and you flaunt the desperation in you voice
while hearing my cries-
all because of the choice you made.
I was just a little girl- not old enough to understand...
How could you deal with this the way you did, instead of lending a hand?
Each memory still painful,
each bruise and scar is reminiscing with regret,
of all the things you had taught me,
you had not taught me to forget...
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006
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Elaina Dixon Poem
Apryl and the stormy weather,
Apryl and her brother,
Apryl in the pouring rain,
Apryl in pain,
her laughter brought the sun and joy
into everybody's heart,
the tears she cried,
brought tears to others
drowning the world,
Apryl in the shadows,
Apryl in the crowds,
Apryl in the hands of death,
Now Apryl in the clouds.
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