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"gloraeanna" poems
If you can be poor with someone, you are rich. If your well is dry, you are the bridge. If you can go with them with nothing, you are something. If together you chase your true calling, you can stop running. -Gloraeanna
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
We're Rich
This is our secret garden Our place of growth Where our secrets are hidden Beneath heavy stones This is the path of the chosen It couldn't be changed If it was any different We wouldn't be the same -Gloraeanna
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Secret Garden
Closed eyes Open a dark secret space Moments go by, and You've forgotten to breathe again. You're trying too hard again. Your fears are blinding you From the light life around you Remember the things you've forgotten You couldn't forget their haunting If you neglect them You'll grow weaker (they'll win) If you forget them You'll only move slower (now run) All your dreams you wish would be They could free you from this reality, but You've forgotten to breathe again. You're trying too hard again. If only you could see You don't have to change a thing Your fears are binding you If only you would drop that pack You wouldn't have to panic If you neglect them You'll grow stronger (you'll win) If you forget them You'll move faster (now run) Just breathe the light life around you Just see the truth that is you - Gloraeanna ©Light Life by Gloraeanna Shared on Hello Poetry on February 12, 2016 All rights reserved
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
Light Life
Buried under shallow water Faced up to the sky I've been lying here for hours Watching the stars shine The gentle, muffled ripples Reflecting dancing light Onto the sand around me Soft, clean, and white I don't know how I got here I don't know why I stay No one is coming to save me But I'm not afraid -Gloraeanna ©Buried Under Water by Gloraeanna Shared on Hello Poetry on February 8, 2016 All rights reserved
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Buried Under Water
I am an alien. This is not my home. You all blame it on "being human", all those imperfections. I wish I was human. Capable of consoling my short-comings with lies about my inabilitys. I am capable. Perfection is possible. So why lie? You wouldn't sell a diamond at half price. I wish I was human. Able to neglect my emotions for fear of their disappointment. But no... I cannot forget my duty I just want to go home again. - Gloraeanna
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Go home
I wanted to share more of me You just wanted to flaunt to your friends I was willing to give you everything But you turned all my love into shame I was prepared to give you my life But you had me believing a lie -Gloraeanna ©Lie by Gloraeanna Shared on Hello Poetry on February 8, 2016 All rights reserved
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
Lie