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Anthony Clifford Poem
They say love is a gamble but that can't be true. Because I wasn't gambling when I found you. I wasn't looking for love, my heart was cold. If I did have a hand, my hand I would fold. Why take a chance on something so rare? It's a game, it's a gamble, and it just isn't fair. But neither is life and what's life without love? It's no life for me so I look up above. As I pray for some help in this game I can't win. I push the button, my chance starts to spin. Just when I think my luck has ran out, I run into you and lose all doubt. So if love is a gamble, then grab the dice. No matter the cost, I'll pay it twice. I'll give you my chips, my tokens and more. I'll give you my love, it's you I adore. So if love is a gamble, then gamble you must. It's all or nothing, it's all or bust.
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Anthony Clifford Poem
A thought, a smile, a heart, beats wild. A breath, a blink, no time to think. A choice, a bet, sunrise, sunset. A question, no answer, a sound, your laughter. A chance, call it fate, no choice left to make. You're mine, I'm yours, hands of time, set the course. Can't do, can't say, can't try, can't see. Just know, it's you and i, and were forever meant to be.
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Anthony Clifford Poem
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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Anthony Clifford Poem
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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Anthony Clifford Poem
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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Anthony Clifford Poem
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
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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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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Anthony Clifford Poem
Forgotten Love
Have you ever felt so distant, like you're in a different place? Like there's nothing so persistent, as the time that it takes. To realize that very instant, of everything you waste. But you've already missed it, the feeling of her embrace. So as a single thought enters, and fills that blank space, you're mind tries to remember, what you're thoughts can't retrace. And tho you want to so bad, you can't bend time and space. So don't let it drive you mad, that you cant see her smiling face. And tho you can't quite place it, there's something you forgot. Like your mind won't erase it, so it's left there just to rot. And so you start to taste it and your stomach turns to knots. Her love she gave you wasted, so your heart completely stops. Now your body, you might as well place it, in a pine box. Because there's nothing worth what's wasted. Her love you have forgot.
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Anthony Clifford Poem
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.
Copyright © Anthony Clifford | Year Posted 2016
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