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angelique, 8 czerwca 2015

Trail of tears

There is a place where bad things happened
People know it by name but choose not to say
The events that happened there can make one saddened
A place where many waked past day by day

The name of this place is unspoken of, but never forgotten
The settlers here call themselves oakies
They were the ones that taunted
And made the eyes of the tortured smoky.

Man wanted more
So people had to leave
To where nobody was sure.
The men did not care, consumed by all of their greed

So these people were put in a line and told to walk
To their new homes they were told they’d find
By men with guns they’d be mocked
They did not know that this walk would lead to their demise
So these people walked and walked till days end
For weeks and weeks with no break
But no matter how hard they cried, the men’s hearts would not bend.
Starvation and exhaustion would cause them to break

And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.

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angelique, 8 czerwca 2015

with whom my heart lies

Big man who has
Light eyes
When it comes time to
Use the knife
Don’t worry for
I’ll still love
You,
Please go the place where we first met
Lie in the sand
Under the palms you hated
You’re wrong about everything for
It’s where the beauty lies
I will always
Love you,
One cannot deny the love we
Shared will go on
Forever, kisses
Will never fade for
You gave me
Everything and I’ll still love
You,
For I am at the fate of my own
Hands, yours are old
Scared, and almost as big
As you heart
For you
Have always stayed by
My side, in both
Good times and bad, you have
Never
Once left me alone , and I
Cherish our time together in
Each others arms
Throughout the night and the mornings that would
Follow
For I’ll always
Love you,
Man with light eyes please forgive
Me, for
When I use the
Knife, I’ll still love
You.

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angelique, 8 czerwca 2015

You shall cry for the little boy

You shall cry for the little boy
Who was all alone
You shall cry for the little boy
Who’s small and on his own

You shall cry for the little boy
He had nowhere to go
You shall cry for the little boy
He saw you as his own

You shall cry for the little boy
That wound up in your home
You shall cry for the little boy
Was stronger than you known

You shall cry for the little boy
Who you’d hit and beat
You shall cry for the little boy
Who had no ends to meet

You shall cry for the little boy
Who walked on coals of fire
You shall cry for the little boy
Whose heart was barbed by wire

You shall cry for the little boy
For the love that was denied
You should cry for the little boy
Emotions kept inside

You shall cry for the little boy
That went through hell and back
You shall cry for the little boy
Brave enough to come back

You shall cry for the little boy
For your many hateful words
You shall cry for the little boy
His sight with tears was blurred

You shall cry for the little boy
The boy who cries inside
You shall cry for the little boy
The boy who is grown and no longer hides

You shall cry for the little boy
Who fell helpless to your hands
You shall cry for the little boy
For he became a great man

You shall cry for the little boy
For he will thrive in life
You shall cry for the little boy
But you shall die in the night

You shall cry for the little boy
And he will think of you, not
You shall cry for the little boy
For you will be in the ground,
Beginning to rot

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angelique, 8 czerwca 2015

Untitled poem 1

I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life
You came in like a storm
Dark at first
Full of energy
Exciting and new
This lasted for only a little while
For u soon became dark
Mean and standoffish
For what felt like forever
We were at odds
Yet we were not
It took eternity for the
Calm to come
Peacetime arrived
And all was good
However; this small peace
Proved not to last
For soon the darkness came
Once again
And once again the damage was done
And all that was left
Was the little house on the hill
Strong enough to face the darkness
But hurt and somewhat empty by
The storms leaving
For its outer walls may have been strong
Against the storms forces
But inside the house is where the true
Damage was done
And can be found

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