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Sep 2015 · 1.9k
Injury Occurs
Sarah Davis Sep 2015
Lose your breath
Catch your fall
Only this time
Its not a close call

Fuzz begins its ascent
But gravity pulls on you harder
Level of pain is decent

The result: Torn up ligament
Not much..... just picked poetry back up
May 2015 · 575
Hateful Sins
Sarah Davis May 2015
While trying  to see how they see...
We put not one more ounce of trust in the troubled world that has forgotten it's true Master.
       We Are some of the few breathtaking creations that God has put upon Mother Earth, and quite frankly, it sickens me to the core, to see some of us being run down repeatedly , due to
       A petty comment that left us broken.  And due to those jealous stares that bore holes into our confidence.
     Because of the scars that were left by someone that didn't  treat us like the great women God made us to be , and instead hurt us  and left us hopeless.
      all people should be treated as it was written in the good Book. Which means treating all women as the queens they are. Because we were created  to be at the Kings' right hand.  Not to be hurt and misused by all the lowlifes of the manipulated earth that God had and still has good intentions for.
      And men. You were to be at the other side of our Saviour. Instead some of you choose to scavenge the earth, for satans camouflaged  scraps smothered in this life's sins, and for what? The satisfaction of Satan's lies and deceit??
That's just a mirage of the heated fumes that sin lets off.
Not really a poem, but came from the heart
Feb 2015 · 507
MORNING TEARS
Sarah Davis Feb 2015
Sudden burst of light

Sudden burst of noise

Nicotine scent envelopes my nostrils

Not amazing news

But most urgent.

We knew she was bad....

But this?

Traveled i guess.

Clambered in

to every vital part

every CRUCIAL thing

that needed to

function,

consumed by poison

known as CANCER.

The familiar odor

Covergirl liquid

foundation now sits vacantly

I have no need for it today.

The only thing,

only one

I yearn for: Her....

Any and all

attempts to

stabilize my emotions

fails, and my

whole body seems

to go on strike.

No more. No more.

The bluff of

brackish  rivers

streams down

my adolescent face.
R.I.P. Aunt Susie. we miss u.
Feb 2015 · 757
Contentment
Sarah Davis Feb 2015
Warm,
Bliss filled clouds of love
Surround me.

I dread
Our inevitable breakup
Once more.

Part of me knows
I should depart
quickly.

The latter;
Rolls over and tries
To enjoy the last

Moments in a
Pocket of
Toasty goodness.

At a snail’s pace,
I crawl out
Of my sanctuary.

My feet
Absorb the temperature
Of winters frigid breathe.

I hurry
through my daily tasks. One
Thing left to do.

Scurry back
To the  laundered
Warmth of my bed.

Try to enjoy
The last remnants
Of its former glory.

It attempts
Its Monday morning best
To radiate back
To life.

Sarah, why do I feel
A complicated nostalgia there
In the warmth, and household aroma?

A mothers’ absent
Binding hugs, replaced
By downy feathers?

Because it has always been
a battle of cold and heat,
Attempting to take foothold.
Jan 2015 · 895
Untitled Lexy's Poem
Sarah Davis Jan 2015
Sometimes we lose our way.
Sometimes we don't know what to say.
The "I love you " and "I love you too"
That's a big part of me and you.
Sometimes there's space between
Then I don't know where to lean.
Sometimes we don't feel the same,
It drives us insane
But our desires are pure and strong
So they will always help us along.
Written by my best friend Lexy
Jan 2015 · 426
The Distance Betweenu
Sarah Davis Jan 2015
It's that big chill factor,
Of knowing there's a
Huge barrier between...
It's name;Distance.

D-ividing me and my
I-mense happiness.
S-olidly and
T-angibly in the way of
A-ny true bliss of
N-ever having to
C-onceal my true identity. My
E-terenal Distance
Jan 2015 · 648
Crying
Sarah Davis Jan 2015
Crying is to the soul,
as vomiting is to the stomach....
it gets rid of all the crap and impurities.
Just a thought about what it feels like, when I cry.
Dec 2014 · 422
Strife of the Struggle
Sarah Davis Dec 2014
R----Run down heart, but still I care.
O----Oblivious to who really loves me.
Y----Yelling on the inside, at the
G----Girl who is greatly lost, by the
B----Blown out heart
I-----In need of someone REALLY real.
V----Violently searching for something
different from the rest.
Dec 2014 · 574
Forgiven not Forgotten
Sarah Davis Dec 2014
Poison running through my veins, your blood.
Running through me, like water from rivers.

Given to me as a forced gift.
But I have no choice, the choice was yours.

A blessing? More like a curse.
My choices aren't my choices.
My eyes, aren't my eyes.
My face, a mere reflection of your own.

My friends are my family, not you.
But my life is my life, mot yours.
"She's what you have to look foward to" they say.

They fail to notice, that I am not you.
I am ME.

I do not act like you acted,
I act like ME.

Despite the similarities,
we are strangers.

But you've done one thing right.
You've given my friends, someone
who genuinely cares about them.

Just one more thing you failed to do.
I hope as a reader youenjoy this poem. It comes straight from the heart.

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