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Lisanne Hassen Poem
Intro
I stayed up to watch the moon set
didn't care much for the sun rising.
I felt the heaviness in my chest
a piece of me was mourning.
A blue bird landed on my fence,
but that was not surprising.
Verse 1
I caught my reflection,
in the mirror,
it reminded me that I am still here.
My world is dark and gray,
outside I,
I can hear,
all the little children play
&
I cried for a brand new start.
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If only I could cry in color
to bring life into my hurting world,
to paint a picture so perfectly
to fix this hurting girl.
If my tears were bubbles
they could easily float away,
they wouldn't be so subtle
dripping down my face.
And if I could cry in color
imagine what would be.
To paint a perfect picture
and fix this hurting girl in me.
Verse 2
He told her that he loved her
and he would never leave,
until she became a mother
and she was only 17.
She had a lot of late nights
and lost her chance to dream.
She bottled up
her regrets,
it just wasn't what it seemed.
She softly kisses
her babies head,
But her heart lets out a
scream.
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If only I could cry in color
to bring life into my hurting world,
to paint a picture so perfectly
to fix this hurting girl.
If my tears were bubbles
they could easily float away,
they wouldn't be so subtle
dripping down my face.
Verse 3
17 turned 25,
the years they seemed
to race on by,
my grand-baby's
playing outside
and the bluebirds on the fence.
My daughter, I
am not surprised
took care of all
the teary eyes
And now its making sense
Verse 4
She holds her growing
daughters hand
at her graduation,
the view of
the
love they shared
will forever shine
without hesitation
Time has not been shy,
43 years have passed us by,
yet there is a blue bird on the fence.
Reminding me of the creative paint
and the children's innocence.
(chorus)
If only I could cry in color
to bring life into my hurting world,
to paint a picture so perfectly
to fix this hurting girl.
If my tears were bubbles
they could easily float away,
they wouldn't be so subtle dripping down my face.
And if I could cry in color
imagine what would be.
To paint a perfect picture and fix this hurting girl in me
Copyright © Lisanne Hassen
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Lisanne Hassen Poem
My daddy is a dope boy.
I see him sacking rocks.
So now I'm putting my toys in mommy's ziplocs.
She's in the kitchen cooking but I know she is crying.
Daddy's never home, he's gone all the time.
I think my daddy loves because he bought me a pair of shoes.
When I go out with daddy people say how cute.
I think my daddy's strong
Mommy thinks he's wrong.
We pray for him every night, my mommy says it's only right.
He hasn't called in weeks, I'm forgetting how he speaks.
His last words were mean and ugly
Sometimes I wonder if he thinks of me.
I wanted to be just like daddy, but I could never leave my mommy.
When he left I think he was mad at me.
I didn't pick up my toys so mommy helped me clean.
Daddy said I was too loud and it was kind of mean.
He bought some beer that night and mommy got upset.
He really hurt my mommy I never will forget.
I want to be just like daddy, but daddy is always gone.
Daddy is in the streets and he forgot me, his son.
Daddy didn't see my graduation and wasn't at my wedding.
Daddy wasn't there for my promotion and where my life was heading.
I pray a silent prayer when I tuck my son in bed.
He says I want to be just like you daddy and I softly kiss his head.
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July 2011
You didn't have a chance
to see daylight.
You never got to smile
into your mothers eyes.
Your little hands would
never be held.
Your confidence would
never radiate out of its shell.
Your daddy was young and
your mommy was afraid.
You didn't even know about
the approaching days.
You wiggled inside as you
made your home.
You grew in a belly that
soon would be your tomb.
Dear Baby,
I am sorry for my choices, I was happy with you there.
I thought I could change things, but I wasn't aware.
My outside was tough but that wasn't enough.
How would it be to kiss your soft head,
smell your sweet scent as you lay in the bed.
Lord please forgive me for the choices I've made.
Hold my baby with you as we part ways.
How could I ever think so wicked?
Timing wasn't perfect, but shit, when is it?
To love and to hold, I feel my scars now
Never did I think of times like now.
As I sit alone and the emptiness overcomes me,
How will I feel if there is another baby inside me?
My sweet child I was never to meet.
I grieve for you everyday, so silently.
I am so sorry for any pain I caused to your little body
I love you so much
Signed forever your mommy.
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The wind is my rage
The rain is my tears
The lone standing tree shows me fears
The dirt turns to mud
The hurt is because
I feel so alone, walking with a heavy heart
I feel I’ve been wrong and there is no new start
I sit in silence on the cold ground
I am so alone with everyone around
I am a void on this lonely street
I cannot hold on to this defeat
The winds are stronger
The rain is hard
I don’t belong here
I am too far
Sleepy Street lights, lonely post
I glide through freely, a perfect ghost
This wet grass, in a field of dreams
This pouring rain in my head it screams
It’s faster, its colder, I’m stuttering, I shake
A disaster, I’m the holder, this pain I want to break
But when,
The wind it is my rage
The rain is my tears
This storm has been here for so many years
The floods are high from time to time
The love is tried when the sun shines
The fog that reflects off a hanging light
The lone standing bush that survives the night
I see myself in all these things,
I want to be like the bird that sings
But this weather hasn’t let up
I don’t know if I should keep going or whether I should give up.
Because the wind is my rage
The rain is my tears
That lonely standing tree shows me my fears.
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If you would have met me at a different point in my life,
I would have believed every single word that you threw at me to be true
But you see,
the me that stood before you,
although still finding my strengths,
had already polished up her own weakness'.
I told you I have come very far from where I once was,
but still have a tremendous amount of growth.
I am by no means any better than who I meet,
I am merely better because of who I meet.
You set me apart as if I was such a horrible person.
I can take that,
fold it gently and embrace every intricate detail...
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To blossom outward
Is to find a place inside
To become your own
Release your anger and pride
Welcome the new you and smile
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Cigarettes and vodka
Who's going to stop her
Her soul is crumbling, her words are mumbling
Her head is spinning and her steps are heavy
She thinks she's winning and now she's ready
Gets on stage for everyone to see
Body of goddess, moves like a gypsy
Her mind ain't right and her heart is broke
The lights are dimmed out by the smoke
The men are touching, head to toe
The outside world labels her a hoe
She has three babies and her rent is due
What if that women up there was you
Shes just another number, but she has a name
An alter ego can be such a shame
She walked in on a one tracked mind
The money was fast and it wasn't a crime
No more days running with dope boys and hustlas
It changed to late nights and regular customers
Feet were aching, babysitter trippin, she caves in to her addiction
Cigarettes and vodka
Who's going to stop her
This the way of life just for the night
Hangover in the morning head is hurtin
Feeds her kids proper proportions
Get in the game, but don't let the game get in you
Soul recognize soul I thought you knew.
1/31/2016
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I can almost feel the molecules that make up the pink clouds.
A bright, yet subtle hanger that's seems so close, but is so far away.
Like the settling of a tree where it's seed was planted the roots search for life far below the surface.
The wind brushes against each leaf and in unison I can hear the angels whisper.
The setting of the sun and it's last glare kisses the edges of the clouds illuminating the sky partially before night sets in.
The ruler of the stars drifting off to deliver light to another part of the world and making way for the smaller stars to be present.
The moon light on crashing waves with a cool breeze brings me closer to each ball of gas for star gazing.
The sand is cool and the smell of the ocean reminds me of my existence in this universe.
Far beyond the horizon my soul lingers to look over the edge.
The mountain tops are so small in the distance I trace over their silhouette with my fingertips, imagining how crisp and the thin the air maybe.
I look down into the valley below watching how every intricate detail is aligned and corresponds with one an other.
I can hear the birds traveling together, the animals rustling in the wilderness and the worms deep below the blades of grass.
And that is when I can almost feel the molecules that make up the pink clouds.
1/29/2016
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We have mentally drained our emotions into the world around us
Causing our own commotions then get mad with what surrounds us.
We lack to feel for those that we see have less.
We slack and oppose for what we think is best.
We tend to take from a pot that is not rightfully ours.
We tread lightly with the truth, but listen to lies for hours.
We get bombarded with the ways of the world, yet we aren’t teaching boys how to treat girls.
We are leading the youth to the worst of ways; we take no responsibility for the paths we’ve paved.
We raise hell when our child is wrong, as we defend them.
We teach them that laws are in place, but there are ways to bend them.
We want our voices to be heard, but what we say is empty.
We are portraying a message that is disturbed--
we are killing ourselves, to put it simply.
We have too little knowledge and exceeding pride.
We feel so comfortable on this roller coaster ride.
We watch the turmoil that is of this world, constantly run its loop.
We don’t take enough time for ourselves to just sit--
and regroup.
We have troubles and pains and we are losing our loved ones.
We don’t see what we can gain if we would just become one.
We have fought off those that have offended us, but we haven’t confronted the evil thoughts that run deep within us.
We have come to some reality that we are just humans.
We don’t see the totality of what all the ‘just’ is ruining.
We cannot become one when we are constantly separating ourselves.
We cannot become whole when we ignore our inner self.
We keep following the trends of things that hold no value.
We sleep cowardly to no end and buy all the dreams that they are selling.
We don’t look in the mirror to see who we really are.
We look at some reflection as if we are too far--
to reach, to teach, to redirect or speak.
We have lost sight of what it is to love.
We don’t feel the connection, so it’s easier to run.
We get off-track; thinking we don’t need anyone.
We have blocked out what it is to have compassion, we take routes for our own personal satisfaction.
We keep thinking this way, we will never be united, but together we will fall.
We just need to become one and together we could have it all.
The ways of the world, seem so wicked
Overbearing thoughts--
self-inflicted.
2/1/2016
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Its 3 a.m. -Im thinking of you
I just knew it-that id miss you
This picture here it-it just ain't doing it
I really need you- im going crazy
My heart is breakin-into pieces
I can hear it- shatter thru me
You whispered softly that you loved me
And I promise my heart was in it.
Lonely thoughts on an ending day
Im listening what the walls are saying
My heart is pounding I have no strength
The pain is deeper than you think
My eyes are shut I feel the pressure
Building up does this get better
I need you now please come to me
You radiate so beautifully
Im lost here thinking of you
My first thought what will I do
I really want to kiss and hold you
It doesn't make sense it can't be true
Please dont go now this I beg you
How could I live a life without you
You were just here now im empty
There is nothing that can fix me.
I keep thinking of our magic moments
In my heart ill forever hold it
I can't believe i lost you girl
Come back now and fix my world
Nights too Long I cannot sleep
This is wrong I can't believe
I thought I saw you out today
My mind was playing tricks on me.
Ill be ill be dreaming of you
Ill be ill be dreaming of you
For every night I want to hold you
Ill be ill be dreaming of you
Ill be ill be dreaming of you
For all the times I hadn't told you
I'll be ill be dreaming of you
Ill be ill be dreaming of you
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