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I'm told,
not to be angry
with myself or others

I am taught,
to live by simple rules
obeying and pursuing

I've learned,*
to live a quiet honest life
filled with laughter and tears

I know,
that one day
I'll escape from this
**** dammed world

and I will be happy..

If you ever feel out of place and alone, repeat this, one day we will all live, and thrive-hopefully away from the wretched world that we must call home.

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heartache (that I don't miss)

but one word pounded in my head
echoing in my mind
I have a headache
I feel sick
"No chance... I'm sorry..."
you're not
you don't know
the pain,
heartache..
but one word pounded in my head
echoing in my mind
*"Gone..."

parts of this were taken from the book I am writing in my free time. enjoy!

May 2017

Saoirse

Sleep

When I was young when I wanted the sun to go down it did
Now it goes down without my consent

When I was young when I wanted the sun to stay up it stayed
But now it stays were it wants

Now I must sleep when the sun goes down
Now I must awake when the sun is up

My imagination still runs wild

But for now it sleeps waiting to be awoken

this is my first poem sooo any feed back will help!

#sleep #sun #young #old

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Balloons.

Cherish the days when you are a balloon
held thoughtfully in a child's hand
lolloping along but teathered down

Love the days when you are a balloon
flying free
higher and higher
yet the feeling has leashed you
as you float back to earth

Never Fear the day,
when your balloon pops
. . .

just a pinprick can send you crashing down

Don't let others put a damper on your flame
be who you are and never be afraid to stand up for yourself.

I hope you think about the last stanza before the ...

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i c e

My shedded tears cover the earth
coating its green wonders in water
ice,
a word representing demons

ice
like your stare
crystal blue eyes
penetrate my soul
digging deep
reaching in
grabbing what's left of me
in your clenched fist

Ice
cold,
Sliding away
with my heart

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happenings

You know my name

not my story

you've heard what I've done
BuT NOt wHaT I'Ve bEeN ThRouGH