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You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain

You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief

You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears
My heart races.
My hand traces.
My body braces,
Its trembling places,
For all best cases.
My heart and mind trade places.
My soul erases.
My eyes see aces.
My nerves shake at their bases.
My thoughtful mind laces.
My stomach faces,
A set of butterflies like maces.
10-09-15
 Oct 2015 Tamera Pierce
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Elapse
 Oct 2015 Tamera Pierce
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• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
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••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
 Oct 2015 Tamera Pierce
Helen
that's the
question
asked of
a time or
two, while
sipping from
a glass poured
for me  and you
what's at the end
of the bottle or of
the glass? I  do not
know and it seems
rude to ask. I hope
we don't drink  to
glass breaking in
reality, or try to
see the truth of
you, and me
 Oct 2015 Tamera Pierce
Lunar
beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
Hey, spill out my mouth
I can feel the waves
the pressure could break this dam down

No wait for the feeling anymore
A flood is coming through
overcoming two
to wash out all the war

Contemplation, learn to let it go
Stop expecting some kind of reciprocal
act on selflessness hear the angels cry
Seek no longer, one becomes the miracle

You cannot give it away and fake it
I'll be the first one to say, we're all guilty
Of loving ourselves before the rest, please say nothing
It's something we all have to address before death
May seem to drive us crazy, but everything will be alright
This path may lead to breaking, you're false identity

Can you break, can you break , can you break,
can you break free from these chains
A song yet to be....
Oh to be trending with
Praise never ending
For poems I’ve shared on this site.

Likes and reposts give me
Reason to boast -
Justify staying up through the night.

Notifications are
Cause for elation;
The judges DO like what I write!

But a poem too plain
Causes heartache and pain, and
Is often my poor poet’s plight.

No comments, no hearts,
Silence tears me apart
As the view numbers start to get high.

Doesn’t anyone care?
Is it cause for despair?
Don’t they know how hard that I try?

And who really can blame us?
Our desire to be famous
Is a standard set forth at our birth.

Though it’s narcissistic,
We allow some statistics
To define the extent of our worth.

When I group words together
My soul is the tether;
I am sharing a part of myself.

The peril I fear
Is that no one will hear
As the words gather dust on a shelf.

So when the words are ‘bout right
I choose to quit for the night,
Add some tags, then I hit save and send,

‘Cuz when all’s said and done
We’re just writing for fun,  
Who cares if the **** thing will trend!
PwL   March, 2015
Thank you to all who read what I post!!!!   ;-)
No one knows when
He or she will go
I can't even differentiate
Friends from foes

Everyone is a dead man walking
Everyone is a dead man walking

Check everyone's door
And you will see death
Knocking
Am now cold hearted,
Am a dead man walking
Since I got started
The Money isn't talking

Everyone is a dead man walking
Everyone is a dead man walking

killed lots of ants
Blood on my hands
I use detergent to wash them
I am determined to stand firm

Everyone is a dead man walking
Everyone is a dead man walking

A lot of devils live in heaven on earth

Everyone is a dead man walking
Everyone is a dead man walking

The highest bidder
Should buy my soul
I need to reach my goal


Everyone is a dead man walking
Everyone is a dead man walking

I know i have one
Shot for this
Reloading my gun
In case i miss

Everyone is a dead man walking
Everyone is a dead man walking
A poem from my chapbook Mama's boy
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