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 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
Lamb
Sometimes I look at you
And think What is love?
When you look at me
I feel as though you understand

You don't open the door for me
My eye twitches
And no one notices
What is love?

I wear the loveliest dress I own
Feeling as confident as can be
A glow of radiance upon my face
You tell me I look like a little child
My throat clenches
What is love?

Spent hours upon hours
On a gift for you
Hoping, praying it was enough
You smile
I get nothing in return
I brush it off
What is love?

I look for you in a crowd
Like the naive, foolish toddler
I have come to be
Caught in the waves
Of a sea of misconception
My heart leaps at your sight
My smile, wide as can be
You say I look at you strangely
My brow furrows
What is love?

I expect you to talk to me first
Because I want to feel loved
To believe I am wanted
I am impatient
How long must I linger?
Where I stand
Wallowing in solitude
I talk to you first
My head aches
What is love?

You tell me to wait for you
And I am tense
You ignore my anxiety
I would never ask such a thing of you
I don't want to be waiting
Waiting for someone
And to not live my life
I promise myself to never be so selfish
To ask something
And limit someone I love
A heat rushes across my cheeks
What is love?

I am tired
Drained of something
That I cannot begin to elucidate
Fatigued of justifying my emotions
My heart worn and feeble
Craving somewhat more
I try to describe to you
You make me feel foolish
Your indignant mind stupefies me
My teeth clench
What is love?

It has taken me far too long
To approach full awareness
To open my eyes
And recognize
I have not a clue
On the topic of love
For this is not love
Not even close
I punch a wall
*What is love?
 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
Lamb
Scrabble
 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
Lamb
Words are always
Rearranged and rearranged
Scrambling
Manipulating words
Stating with conviction, firm
Purpose esteemed from my own heart
With no promise of anything to be earned
Sometimes my words are just for me
Unless others can similarly see
What I am trying to convey
For you to come with me
And stay

To portray alternate meanings
To explain our feelings
Words just come and go
As long as they make sense,
I suppose
Poems that could make sense to
No one else
Give meaning to myself
I shape the sentences in my own way
The things I can never actually say
Writing the words of my desires
Or just simply writing because I am tired
Sometimes I feel alone,
Just me, here,
One
Or my mind just wants to run,
Away without time to think
And my heart begins to sink
But these poems are a definition
Of me
Words that I have crafted
Within all the letters scattered
Upon the sea
At times I write with no clear direction
Or I choose carefully with painstaking
Selection

It is beyond me
How letters can transform
Into words, so free
Scrambling
I find it like some sort of game
How can I force my words without sounding
Lame
Sometimes I feel so loved
You, me, we
And I write to confess
That with you
I never feel anything less
And I state my fears
That one day I wake up
And you won’t be here

Poetry is my cries
The way I question all the whys
In life I perceive
All it takes is for you to
Believe
In the words that you read
And your soul can be freed
Scrambling
Like the rearrangement of words
Till you find some sort of meaning
Poetry makes life so less
Absurd
With simple rearrangement of
Words
Buried in the quagmire of questions

the lonely traveler gasps.

Faith suffocates, belief stifles

and he seeks answers no more.

He regrets he walked into a one way trapdoor.
 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
Babygirl
She is crying, alone in her room.
She is the cause of her own certain doom.
She cuts her wrists, and takes pills.
She watches how gracefully the blood spills.
Yet, she is still here..
Her worst fear..

She can't do anything right, she can't even die..
Thats all she wants, she just can't cry..
Stuck in a world in which she is purely alone.
No one to call, not that they would pick up the phone.
She is so tired, the pain to much to handle.
She is alone in the dark with a single candle.

The flame is starting to dim, yet no one notices her eyes.
They never hear her endless cries.
She is dying right in front of them, but they can't see.
She just wants to scream, "Look at me!"
But they don't notice, its like drowning just beneath the surface.
That's all they see, a facade, a hardened surface.

There is one last chance, she pleads, someone, save me.
Someone, please just look and see.
They all say it will be alright, it gets better, just hold on.
But what they can't see, she is already gone.
The tears are endless, they make no noise as they slide down her cheek.
She wipes them away so no one will question; make her speak.

She hides it all away.
Because if you knew, you wouldn't stay.
She cries for her mom, a mom who will never love her, never be there.
She just wants her mom to care.
As the tears hit the page, she writes her final lines.
Her mind a series of land mines.

Goodbye to the one she loves.
Goodbye to the peace of a white dove.
Goodbye to the mother who was there.
She knows, she knows this isn't fair.
Goodbye to the people who stood by her side.
Please, it's okay if you haven't cried.

That's it, that's all.
No one left to call.
Nothing more to say.
As she lay in a pool of blood, life fading away.
Im sorry, but she, she is a girl i know very well.
She is me, can't you tell..?
 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
Babygirl
Save me, please, save me.
I just want you to look a little closer, then you will see.
I am the girl of all my poems, i am the one slowly dying..
I am the one who is always crying.
I am so close to the edge, and i feel like i am gonna fall.
So, why won't you look, why can't someone save us all?

My whole life has been a secret storm brewing to its head.
Every night, crying alone in my bed.
I begged a phantom to be my mom, and love me.
But she can't love me, because she can't love herself, you see?
I had a father figure, he was the best of the best.
He was my rock, and now he is gone; at rest.

I had a family, and a "normal" life once, then the monster came.
He goes by the name Depression, and things have never been the same.
Have you ever felt so alone  you could die and no one would care?
So lost that all you can do is smile and stare?
I feel like that every minute of everyday.
And i try to people, but there is nothing they can say..

I want to die, i don't want attention, i want to die.
I want to never have to wake up or cry.
I want to forget a world that has forgotten me.
I want someone to save me.
I want someone to hold me while i cry..
Tell me they need me and i can't die.

I just want my daddy back, i want him alive, and here.
I don't wanna be without him another year..
I want my mommy to not be sick anymore.
I don't wanna have to watch her go through all this pain; be sore.
I just want things to be better, but that will not happen anytime soon.
So, now i will end this all under the pale light of the moon.
 Aug 2014 Willow-Anne
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A smile
A laugh
A heart broken in half

A blade
A gun
A ******* the run

A shovel
A grave
A girl they couldn't save
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