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Thinking of the old days, the people and places. There are so many memories, there are so many faces. There were hard times a plenty and it's harder to believe, that a childhood can weigh so heavy when there's no one to relieve the hurt, pain and disgust. That you carry for the ones you're supposed to trust. But how can you trust the ones who are never there? You wait by the door but it doesn't seem fair, that all your friends have parents, who live at home. So you start to blame yourself for why you feel so alone. You start to ask why, you say what did I do? But then your tears run dry and you realize that it's not you. You're not to blame, the faults not yours. But you still carry that pain and you still feel that remorse. And for us that's how it went. We were all but alone. But thank God that for us, we had grandma at home. She carried that burden that Mona's couldn't hold. So thank God for that woman, she's more precious than gold. She was strong enough to keep us both together, she was strong enough to keep us both under pressure. The pressure she felt must've been so strong. But she never let go and she always held on. So it's my firm belief that she molded us both. She didn't plant the seed but she watered the growth. She watched us thrive and for that we both owe, our childhood to that woman who never said no. She never said go, Leave me alone. She just opened her door and gave us a home. Plus for me, there was you. Someone unlike any other. Not than just my cousin, you were more like my brother. You were my best friend and we were partners in crime. And we had each other's back, at the drop of a dime. So we grow up slowly, and time passes by. But nobody ever told me, how fast time flies. Everything happens too quick to see. So open your eyes and try not to blink. Because if you blink you might miss it and then it's gone. So do what she did and just hold on to what you've got, and don't let go. Plant your own seeds and watch them grow. Cherish the memories that are made every day, and don't forget how you got to where you are today. You see for me it's to easy and plain to see. So I'm thankful that my childhood consisted of grandma, you and me.

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Unhealthy Emotions

I keep my feelings incarcerated, locked behind bars. And when it comes to emotions they might as well be Mars. Or some Faraway planet, never explored. I mean who needs in emotions and what are they for. I just don't understand, maybe I'm just dumb but when it comes to emotions I think I'd rather stay numb. I don't need to feel,  I'd rather not hurt. Because when it comes down to it, I've been treated like dirt. I've been walked all over, more than once. And to feel that way again is not what I want. So when it comes to emotions, they're more like thoughts. Thoughts inside a bottle, locked away in a box. So let's open the box and see what it contains. Let's spill the bottle as it slowly drains, it's absorbed by paper, exposed thru ink. So these are my feelings, now tell me what do you think? They've been so long gone, buried deep. So long dead, like something extinct. So long hidden and completely on purpose. I just burry them deeper, each time they resurface. So I don't feel my feelings and I ignore my emotions. Most times I don't notice as my situation worsens.  And if you're a good judge of character, you can see for yourself. That I consider my emotions to be bad for my health. But as unhealthy as that may seem, I don't hurt anymore. So somebody please tell me what emotions are for.

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Hopeless Addiction

Hopeless Addiction
I am just an addict and it's perfectly clear. It's worse than a habit, it's a problem, severe. It's my choice and it's tragic, just know I'm sincere, when I tell you that Addiction, is something to fear. So I'm just an addict, it's a choice that I've made. Now I'm a slave to my habit, shackled and chained. And I can't break free, it's so hard to explain, but it helps to not feel all the hurt and pain. Yes the hurt and the pain that I carry inside. But it's the hate and distain that I can no longer hide. I hate my addiction so it's time to decide. Do I break free from these chains, or just lay down and die? Do I give in and quit, just live life addicted? Or do I clean up my act and feel the pain that's inflicted? All the hurt and pain, the guilt and remorse. I guess it's true what they say, when it rains it pours. So it's raining on me, I'm trapped in the storm. This life that I live is so far from the norm. The people you meet and the places it takes you. If one things guaranteed, it's if you let it it breaks you. Yes it breaks you down never building you up. So if you're there right now then please don't give up. Even tho it seems impossible and your hands are cuffed. Just know that anything is possible when you've had enough. So listen to me, hear the sound of my voice as I tell you about addiction and my drug of choice. Let me tell you where I've been, and how much it costs. Let me tell you what I've spent, and how much I've lost. Let me tell you about the friends that I don't have anymore. Let me tell you about burden, hurt, guilt and remorse. Let me tell you that it's not worth it, I just hope that you listen. Stay away from all the drugs and hopeless addiction.

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A Heart Held Captive

Tho I'm kept in captivity, you've captivated from the start. You're the reason for my creativity, you've captured my heart. Tho I'm kept in a cage, it's just a question of days. How many are left before I see your face? If you compare the consequence, the risk is too great. Because to give in to love, is to make a mistake. A mistake I swore, I'd only make once. But you changed my mind, as love gets what it wants. You've committed a crime, so take what's left. It's my heart that you took, so consider it theft. So you can have my heart, because you stole my breath too. When you came into my life, love became true. So constantly waiting is so time-consuming, only concentrating on what you do to me. So I can't quite forget the first time I applied. Her love went to shit, application denied. So that turned me off, at my own request. But you turn me back on, to love's great quest. I just don't understand, how do I remain active, with a crimes you continue to commit, my heart's held captive.

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Haunted By Heartbreak

Haunted By Heartbreak
Make no mistake, as wise men sometimes do. Because even wise men fall in love, as if they've never had a clue. As if they've never heard before, not to give their heart. As if loves great allure, wouldn't tare their world apart. They say wise men know it all but make no mistake. Because what begins with love, might just end with heartbreak. Because the truest part of love, is the part felt the most. So if love is alive, then heartbreak is its ghost. So learn from my mistake, though a wise man I am not. Haunted by a break that my heart has not forgot. So the part felt the most is the pain that took loves place. Haunted by the ghost, still missing loves embrace. So make no mistake, as wise men some times do. Because the ghost of a heartbreak, might just haunt u too.

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Just Say No

Why couldn't I see? I must've been blind. Must be deaf too because so many times, I screamed at my self but never listened. And I drug myself, thru drug addiction. I poisoned my body and poisoned my mind. And what's left to show is what's left behind. Everything I own is no longer mine. I haven't just wasted myself, I've wasted my time. Whys it have to be so hard to learn a good lesson? Whys it take a prison yard instead of asking a question. Life's full of mistakes that your supposed to make. Life's full of lessons, you give and you take. I remember way back in elementary school, they said just say no! Drugs aren't cool. But I got a little bit older and decided weeds' not a drug. Why be sober? Hell, started shooting up. Now that's the path I decided to take but look where it's brought me. I'm a living mistake. I've wasted so much of my only life and you can't do it again, you can't live life twice. But as much as I hate myself for doing drugs, I learned a good lesson and learned who I was.

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Burning Love

I seen the end of the world. It was in your eyes. As you said goodbye, you set fire to the sky. I've seen Heaven fall and it landed at my feet. And though I tried not to cry, I couldn't help but weep. I felt the heat as you walked away, and  it burned so deep, I'm still scared today. The wounds heal, scars remain. They say you learn from the past but I do with the same, over again, if time would allow. Just live in the past, someway, somehow. But the past they say, is where it needs to be, so far away, from both you and me. So as I begin a new day, my world is anew, though I'm so far away, from the girl I once knew. So as the future comes to light, my scars fade, as time heals the wounds, that you once made. But I can't let go, I'm still stuck in the past and in the echo of my mind, I can still hear you laugh. If I close my eyes, I can still hear you say, "I love you baby", and a new scar is made. Across my heart, oh what a disgrace. How can the devil  have an angels face? It burns so much, I wish I could run.  Maybe go to leave my days, walking on the Sun. Far enough away, that my wounds finally heal. Because you're still close enough today, you make my skin peel. As I suffer from the burns that you continue to make. I'm  dying from the pain, of my own heart break. So I stand in the flames, as they rain from above. Trapped in the fires, of a burning love.

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My Bestfriend

My best friend please, tell me how can this be? How has time managed to make you a stranger to me? I already don't see you enough and it doesn't seem right, that when we are together we just pass like ships in the night. So.. My best friend please, youre starting to scare me. I can recognize you but still just barely. And I worry more and more as each day passes. Because it's not hard to see, no I don't need glasses, to tell you you're different and a little more distant. So what else can I say that I haven't yet mentioned. When I tell you I love you is it a waste of my breath? And when it comes to "forever" how many days are left, of you loving me always. I believe was your expression but it's those words now, that I hold in question. So my best friend, where are you going? Never mind, don't tell me. It's better not knowing. I'd rather just pretend like we don't have a problem. Even tho we both know that we do and it's starting to grow. Thru distance and time to our love has gone cold. So it's each day I wake up and start over again. Because it's each day I realize that I'm losing my best friend. So each day I try but it's hard to pretend, that the sun still shines and the world still spins. It's hard to face the truth that nothing is the same. And it's cold when you're alone, living life in the rain. But I make it somehow, only because I have to. I make it thru to the next, each day without you. And I'll continue to do so again and again. I'll make it thru til tomorrow, without my best friend.

Best Poems Written by Anthony Clifford

Love Is a Gamble

Meant To Be

Childhood

Unhealthy Emotions

Hopeless Addiction

A Heart Held Captive

Haunted By Heartbreak

Just Say No

Burning Love

My Bestfriend