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I want to go somewhere far
Somewhere calm,
Somewhere now.

I want to escape
from reality
from you
and from me

And just lay there,
eyes closed
quiet sound
and the wind
blowing against me.

Is it too hard?
just to escape
leave everything
so far away.

Then,
I suddenly find it,
peace and quiet.
Is this reality?
I am happy.

but then I see,
it was all a dream,
I am still here
In this house full of tears.

All that is left,
a memory held,
the tear stains
and the scars that remain.
This is my very first poem, and my first lenguage is not English, so be kind :)
 Mar 2013 Rebecca Carter
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Sometimes
 Mar 2013 Rebecca Carter
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Sometimes when things get bad
It's hard to imagine that greatness can ever follow.

Sometimes when things get bad
The *** of gold seems eternally hollow.

As if an eternal sunset may have occurred
And the sun took it's last bow.

And through the dimmed silky moonlight
You can only see grey clouds.

But that's only sometimes
And the world gets better.

I can promise you this.
You won't always be a debtor.

One day you'll collect
And the sun will shine brighter.

And you'll stand proud
Because you were the last fighter.

So keep pushing
And get up when you've been slammed down.

Because a human with such brilliance
Does not belong on the ground.

Do not listen to unrealistic words
Go forth and persevere.

So you can always be proud
When you see your face in the mirror

And when the light doesn't seem to shine
And your lifelines look severed.


Use your own mind to remember


"Sometimes" is not forever.
I go to bed everynight trying to escape
the weight that of the world
I run from every time I close my eyes
the weight of the world
that burdens my whole existence
the weight of the world
I couldn't carry on my shoulders
I woke up with the weight world I couldn't carry on my shoulders.
 Mar 2013 Rebecca Carter
Lilyy
My days have forgotten the sunsets
They only remember the harsh, beaten sunrays
Pounding against the memories,
Heaving, in the background, like a sneeze
Hoping to congest my worried looks
The sun burnt my pale skin,
And I cried,
For the day had ended
But, with it came no golden rays,
Only fractured skin,
Crackling with the slightest touch,
My day had ended,
But not for me,
It ended for the one who scorns, you see.
Where has all the grace gone?
People that say excuse me and please
Men that act like gentlemen and get the door
Women who wear elegant dresses and leave something to the imagination
When people had poise
Walks through the parks and family rides
Flowers in the hair and boutonnieres
Picnic lunches and love notes
Music that makes you sway
Cold lemonade on a summers days
Sunday afternoon after church gathering around
Small quaint towns where everyone belonged
When kindness and empathy was taught to the young
Values were still in place
Long before the grace had gone

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