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Allie Dotson Dec 2018
The blue line
Somewhere in between time
I shall not cross
A fear bounding me to be lost
They are there
And I am here
A blue line
Which only seems to be mine
  Dec 2018 Allie Dotson
Poetress2
Let me introduce myself,
I'm known by all as "Greed;"
I want what others have,
not things that I may need.
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My name is very popular,
"Rumors" it would be;
I ooze about your town,
bringing lies and false beliefs.
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"Deceipt" is what they call me,
some use me everyday;
To cause chaos and havic,
as I go my merry way.
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I think that I am worse,
I'm the "Failures" from your past;
I bring back painful memories,
my devastation's vast.
  Dec 2018 Allie Dotson
Curtis Owens
The solitary pianist played.
alone .
fingers met keys unlocking the subtle, sonorous, secrets  hidden within the music .
Feeling seemed to seep and surge from the pianist playing, puncturing soul and heart.
Dim light illuminated the scene: piano, player, chess patterned perch and nothing else.
Nothing else seemed so close and so far as if reaching out to touch something but missing it by nail lengths.
The music sung to the emptiness.
A sirens call in the dark.
A searching scream.
The song seemed to sink and soar.
The man played more and more.
On and on and on and on and on and on
Sailing that emptiness, seeking sanctuary from himself.
Trying to stop stepping deeper and deeper.
Revolving now, a Waltz with himself.
Solemn song sung for a stolen mind.
Poached personality.
Short,secret, pleasures swapped for a soul.
Sanity set sail, a drift in black.
Swimming and flying and drowning with no way back.
Allie Dotson Dec 2018
A clear sight I can see
A future that has opened up to me
A cage that belonged to who  
with A door that is now open too
A heart that hasn't stopped beating Ever since I met you
A glimpse caught in a moment of stopped time
The wings fly faster then the seconds going by
The sun glares making their light reflect
Surrounding the future with many years
and Perhaps I have been deceived
That I am capable of hearing a Ding
I do not need a trumpet or drum
just a sound will do me in
for even just a small patter
Is more then I thought I could hear
for before you I lived an entire life of silence.
Allie Dotson Sep 2018
How could you ever make me sad
even just a tad
can't you see
this is no tear placed upon me
a raindrop in my eye
is all you could ever mean to me
no matter what the past shows
I know
it was never love
when I looked into those eyes
it was never compassion
when you leaned in close
to show me lies you thought you felt
and it was never happiness to feel
when you held me close on those winter nights
saying the sweet words that made my heart accelerate
we were never a fate to last
because now salt is all I taste
as I say your name
and the thoughts of you come breaking through
do not worry though
for it is not due to you
instead it is the raindrop in my eye


That makes me cry
Allie Dotson Aug 2018
A drop in a puddle
A splash in the lake
A wave in the sea
A ripple in time we be
Throughout our lives a moment becomes a memory
But memories become a ripple as if tiny waves appear
Making the reflection unclear
we are in a moment of time
with moments of time in us
we flow down the river so many call life
we move across the water in the timeline we pass
In future, present and past
A ripple of time we last
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