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Nov. 29, 2008 - I Am Imprisoned

I Am Imprisoned

Some people like to call me happy.
Some like to call me free,
Or maybe loved.

I on the other hand
Call myself Imprisoned.
I'm not Imprisoned fisically
But mentally.

I am Imprisoned from
Real human emotion.
I feel no love sadness or regret.

I'm like a robot.
Emotion does not touch my stone heart.

I am Imprisoned
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Nov. 28, 2008 - why?

Why is it that when we know our life is falling apart we display our most cheerful smiles? Or why is it that when we wish we were dead, we laugh the loudest. Is it a feeble attempt to hold on to the glorious life we once knew? The smiles that outsiders take for heart felt cheerfulness, are so much more than they know. The jovial laughs that others cherish to listen to are covering the tracks of the misery ripping us apart from the inside out. As our tormented souls perish, the weak smile is the last thing left on our faces. The hearty laugh is the last thing that can be heard as the lights fade and we are hurled into pain and utter darkness. Why do we deceive ourselves to the end? Why do we cling to our dearest treasures that were never even ours to hold? Why do we wish for one more chance, when we know that the battle has already been lost, and we know that it’s over? Nobody can claim to have these answers as we all sit, separated from each other in the dark hopelessness. Nobody can, because we are all smiling. Written by a great friend. Avalon Robinson
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Nov. 24, 2008 - A Flower

A Flower

I have a flower that is wilting.
I water my flower every now and then,
But it wont perk up.
For my flower is not strong enough.

Can give you my flower?
Will you take care of my flower?
Just as you would take of me?
For my faith is strong you will.

You may keep my flower
If you promise not to hurt it.
For I know you would never hurt me.
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Nov. 21, 2008 - A Hidden Heart

A Hidden Heart

I am hiding from something or someone.
I don't know what or who it is.

I disapeared,
And can't see where I am,
Or find my way back to a place I once lived.
Where am I?

I'm wearing this mask
That I can't get off.
I pull and pull,
But it wont budge.
Why can't I get it off?

I am tiered,
And my heart aches.
It is aching for someone,
Anyone...
To see me.

To see I'm hiding.
To know my aches.
To see where I'm going.
To know why my mask is stuck.
To just see me...
For me.
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Nov. 18, 2008 - Why me?

Why me?

Why me? Why am I stuck with this curse?
I don't deserve it! Do I?
I feel alone in a room full of people.
And sad at a celebration.
Why?

I can tell you why.
My heart is aching.
I feel like I love someone who I can't talk too.
I feel like my friends are imaginary,
And my family is this crazy cartoon.
I feel like I'm alone and non existent.

There's no one who will listen to me.
Or if they do listen, they don't understand.
Why me?
Why am I stuck with this curse?

I cry out and no one hears me.
Why? Why can't they hear my screams?
I feel like there loud enough
 for even the demands to take pity on me.

Why can't they hear me?
Why am I stuck with this curse?
Why me?
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