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Clara Alao Poem
She shuts her eyes.
They called it sleep.
They shut the door.
They extinguished the lights.
At 3am.
she awakens.
Her body deceased,
she could not move.
She notices herself,
dancing with the devil.
He claps his hands.
He grins at her.
Suddenly he cackles.
She stops to glance.
She sees his face.
His eyes like death,
looks like her friend.
he shoves her down.
She cracks her neck.
He smirks at her,
then strolls away.
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Clara Alao Poem
A cage for three
room for two
one had died
to free herself
Spoon for one
she feeds her slave
the one that weeps
and begs for her warmth
She watched us all
with satisfaction in her eyes
I was the one
that nourished her soul
with tears in my eyes
and blood on my knees
She neglected the other
constantly feeding me
she glanced at me
"I love you" she said
I peered at her
with anger in my eyes
we call her sister
but she locked us up
I shattered her pride
and broke her heart
she got upset
she let me starve
She called the other
and gave her food
i cried for mine
she looked away
On my judgement day
with my last breath
i called out "sister"
she smirked at me
I called her again
she took her hand
and plunged it in my back
I smiled at her
Finally,
I was free from 'sister' too
This is my first poem with first person pronoun, mixed up tenses, and a few punctuation. This is because my friend, which I used to refer to as 'sister', hurt me in everyway possible. I didn't know I was trapped until one day I stood up to her and gained my freedom, but in doing so it paralyzed me. I was angry at her, but now i just feel sorry for her.
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He stared at my scar with disgust
And that was when I knew that he did not really love me from the start
I put my hand on his shoulder
As I thought of how we went through heaven and hell together
This made me very unhappy
But I knew that it was for the best
And when the time comes
My other half will join me
Not for better, but for worse
Because I will drag his soul to my dungeon
And lock it up
So that he will never stop loving me
And will never hurt me
Like the heart that got misplaced
It would be my center piece
From which, I will feed my obsession
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Blood on her shirt.
She runs away
from herself.
A smashed mirror.
Amnesia.
And fate.
She ate away.
A decayed body.
Dangling on a fan.
Left there to be witnessed.
As she walked into her vision
of happiness,
she suddenly stops.
It was herself she was glaring at.
Her destiny she was perceiving.
She was being stabbed to death
by seven demons
while laying down on the floor
unclothed.
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Glimpse of radiance
maneuvering through her dark heart.
Rejuvenating.
Resuscitating.
Giving life and joy.
Radiance like a woman
swaying around her garden,
crowded with flowers.
It breaks through.
Glows so bright
It reminds her of the sun.
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There he was,
standing in front of me.
I could feel the radiance he gave off.
The vast love he had,
made me sick.
When I allowed myself to love him,
he dragged me to the underworld,
to where the devil rested.
Why was I surprised?
Along with his radiance
came a foul odor,
which overpowered him,
leaving the people around him in awe.
Banshee came out from oblivion,
bringing with it obscene faces.
It was time for me to go,
as darkness rang its bell again.
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At the age of twelve
It was merely just a feeling
And as she grew, it grew with her
Her parents called it a figment of her imagination
Not knowing they were the source of this virus
That was slowly spreading over her body
She was left in darkness and when she smiled
They would snatch it away from her
They complained that she was too pale
But they did not give her the cure for her deadly disease
Instead they would share it amongst the rest of her siblings
And when she could not longer take it
She would force herself to dream
When they finally entered her solitude
They noticed her laying in a pool of blood
with a shade of black
Lifeless.
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I woke up today
At around 7 am
Greeted by my thoughts.
How could I hurt someone I love so much
By pretending to be suffering?
As tears ran down my cheeks
my ulter ego
Tried to convince me
That my tears were not for the boy
I claim to love
Images of the way he smiles at me
Rushed through my head
Causing me to toss and turn
For the pain was far worse than torture
No one has ever made me feel this way
Deep down I knew it was him
I was crying for
Holding onto him
Hurt him more,
I know.
It is the tone of his voice
When he speaks to me
On the phone
But I cannot let him go
Because he is the host
And I am the parasite.
For he is the only drug
Keeping me sane.
I really don’t know how to feel right now. I’m all mushy on the inside....
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Ghastly halls that lead to Euphoria
Shattered glasses with reflections that mimicked her death
Being hanged but not dead
Sorrowful laughter and slit wrists
Decayed internally but still breathing
Candy coated poison to seize her thoughts
And death, to ease her pain.
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Smelt
Like venom
from a lover
Laugh
A bond
A missile
Face
My joy
My demise
Him
My life
My end
She's dead
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