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Anna Vigue Oct 2013
Dad
Happy Birthday to my DAD
Another YEAR of life to add
Another YEAR of wisdom gained
Another LEVEL'S been attained
Yet there's more ACHIEVEMENTS to UNLOCK
To level up is no CAKEWALK
With the power of FAMILY by your side
I think you will enjoy the RIDE
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
there's a place I can go
to make my words show
a presence online
preservation in time
lyrical wit
to share for a bit
write a poem
from your home
hello poetry
My cred to the site
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
I can't tell you what I meant
because I don't know what I said
I'd tell you what I think
but I haven't got a thought
if I put two and two together
I think that I'd get five
and if you'd **** me
for what I know
I'd only tell you lies
I'm a smashed up piggy bank
robbed of all my pride
broken heart
empty mind
nothing
left
inside
Wrote this at 15
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
You had it made
no worries
no fears
no sadness
but you chose to throw it all away-
for all the wrong reasons
then you realized
that you were better off before
and patched it up
expecting forgiveness
expecting to end the pain.
You  then knew
that it was right to
be with him
to share his love
his pain
but...
because of mistakes
and problems
it couldn't work
then you realized
that mistake you had made-
for all the wrong reasons
Wrote this at 14
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
Do you love me?
Do I care?
I reach out to you
no one is there.
You tell me you love me
I tell you the same
but all that I'm doing
is hiding my pain.
Life in the fast lane
it ain't all that great
in my world that only
revolves around hate.
Wrote this at 14
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
No one understands
the power of pain--
it gives you all the pleasure
It gives them all the shame.
Does it make you feel good?
No one else left to blame.
You can feel your heart pounding
adrenaline in your veins--
all the aspects of death
are one and the same.
An empty soul
without even a name--
Will the pain ever die?
Will emotions ever tame?
Fighting and killing,
it's all one big game--
in a world that only
revolves around pain
This poem was written by me at 14 in the early 90's

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