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Misery my muse,
Why doest thou so abuse?
Nary a bright young line to lend;
This dark and suffered view.
My Id must be a sadist and my ego a *******.
I lived my life held down by chains
whips
and sour wails.
Then came prince one day
and saved me from myself.
He took me to a place
of glass
it must've been the stars
and it must've been the
sky.
But, it was only glass
it seems.
Not even fragile to my surprise.
I began to train.
to fight for freedom
for none one but me.
I let my demons
push on my chest.
reminding me of who I used to be.
friends, lovers, and enemies  
passed right through my hands
as I figured out my fate to follow
there in Adarlan.
Throne of Glass is my favorite book series ever and I just decided to write a short-ish poem about the first book. Sarah J. Maas is amazing.
this hurt, this pain-
it hasn't gotten any better.
I'm hoping and praying it doesn't last
forever.
feels like I've gotten left out in bad weather
breaking benjamin-
"birds of a feather"

I can't see
can't breathe
help me
please...

I need
someone
anything
stop this agony...

out of time
I've lost my
will
to survive
I've learned to thrive

and I
can't take another
surprise
I gotta open my eyes
be more wise...

but I can't see
can't see
can't breathe
somebody help me
help me
save me
or I'll be
forever alone
on my own

well, I'd rather be
me
myself, and I
but why
do I feel
a need
for
something I can't have
I'm trying to open a locked door
no key

but I'm not talking of ken only...

deep down, I know
the hurt has yet to go
I know
I still care for jordain
so...

what'll I do now?
how
do
I
breathe?

he's
no longer by my side.
how will I sleep?
I got insomnia late at night

because I'm up cause of
the dreams
they **** me
inside
no where
to
hide
and I

can't see
can't see
can't
breathe
help me
save me
or I'll be
forever
alone.
on my own.
this was personal...
but it speaks of pain i went through and still go through
whispers of sea
where the cold storm
gathers in the grey
sky, and the waves
pound the shore
running back
pushing down
arching like
fiery cats,
the ache of the storm
a tearful cloud
the song of
a poem.
thank you to all my friends at this website for their continued support of one of the things i love in this world which is poetry. i've only just realised this is the daily today and i just wish i had more spare time at the moment to write and review. thank you again to everyone.
 Dec 2016 Heather Anderson
Onoma
The mind is double talk...
an incessant argument
with mirror images.
A paranoic account of
being pursued of cumulative
aberrations.
Birds in trust of consciousness
have been known to die of
transparency (windows).
They couldn't think beyond a
transparent space...though
a House bid them welcome,
divided against itself.
 Nov 2016 Heather Anderson
River
There is a God, you see
Watching over humanity
And he cares individually for
You and me
Even if you feel separated
I can guarantee
That this God I speak of
Is caring and free

God is not bound by conformity
Disharmony or chaos
God is the excellence of the wave
Hitting the shore
Drinking up the raindrop

God is two humans gazing
Into eachothers eyes
God is a child's love lullaby
God is never vain nor
Ignorant
God never hates,
He is pure love,
Could you even imagine that?

What is not from God isn't pure
It's deception that demands a cure
Only God can straighten the crooked path
Only God can redeem you even
When everyone tells you there's no turning back

God is the purest light
That guides you in the darkest of nights
My soul aches no more
For God is a balm that has healed all my sores

I look up to a sky so blue
And even though this world makes me sad and confused
I thank God in heaven
For the vast sky and
The cool breeze
That fills my lungs
And brings me to ease.
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