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3 words I LOVE YOU Its deadly like venum, it will course through every vein. All it takes is one strike and you will be broken in 2. There will never be enough antidote to fix you -------Aiyana Poe (2015)
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Everytime I feel like drowning I just think of all the things I have in life. I try to be happy, but I don’t know what true happiness is. I have to remember that I have a family and a future ahead of me. I must stay strong, keep both feet on the ground ready to run. I can do it! I can work through it! Just take everything day by day.
--Aiyana Poe (2014) I'm stuck.
I have no idea what to write as I sit alone at night. But I need something to fill my blank page. I'm stuck like a person in quicksand, a mouse on a sticky trap, a dog locked in a cage, or like money in a volt. I've run out of creative words to write. My page is now filled with random things. Just go along with, they will think this is an actual poem. My clueless self, filled up some of a page. ---Aiyana Poe (2013) Why do you only tell us apart of the full story? Why do you keep things from us? If we pay your salary, why don’t we hear the full truth? Sure maybe the parts you keep from us are the scary parts, But shouldn’t we know what's going on in our communities. We should be able to realize what the world is becoming to, because of the people around us. You should support them, instead of hindering the truth from them. People are oblivious to half the things that go on in their areas and in the world. By sheltering us from the full truth you are supporting all the things happening. So if you truly cared about us you could, stop them, or just tall the full story. But I know you won't, so you wanted all of this to happen.
--Aiyana Poe (June 13, 2013) I’m so confused
I don’t know which path is right. Should I stay mad or feel glad I don’t understand my emotions. There scrambled, and broken. I feel so lonely Am I the only one that feels this way? I get mad when something is my fault I turn down opportunities that have been given to me Then cry when they're gone When will my mind get straight I know I’m smart, kind, and silly But it never shows at the right time Does anyone feel this way? They must not becuase all I hear is the painful silence Why am I so alone? I have no one to talk to No one but the person inside my head No one gets it! My emotions hold me down, my paperweight on life Their so tangled that I get headaches I can’t seem to do anything but cry I’m alone I don’t think anyone can change this I’m so confused I don’t which is the real me I’m alone ----Aiyana Poe (2008) I am one of a kind, you can't replace me. I will stay here forever, I'm not going anywhere. So look up and get some fresh air to clear your head. Then come talk to me with respect because I am one of a kind.
If you ever need a hand to hold I will be there, but if something goes wrong don't expect for me to catch you when you fall. I'm tired of you not treating me right. One minute I leave the next minute you want me to come back. I'm one of kind, so treat me like one. I know you can't survive without me, you depend on me even though you don't want to. You can't escape me, so just accept me. You won't win this battle anyway, you can try to fight it though. Sooner or latter you will come to realize. I am one of a kind. Aiyana Poe (2013) "We are all addicted to something that takes the pain away, even if it's for a little while."
Societies Belief
Do you know how it feels to hate yourself so much that everytime you look in a mirror you cry, so you avoided mirrors. To have this feeling nagging you in the back of your mind screaming fat, hide yourself, are you sure you don't wanna wear a jacket with that shirt, baggy is better, stop being a disgrace to society, why can't you be skinny, STOP BEING YOU. Slowly drowning in my your thoughts. To be living in society's perception blindly following body images they say look good. That the clothes you see on models never look half as good on you. Lock yourself in a room, cry your problems away in private. Because when you come out in public showing how you feel on the inside on the outside you get labeled freak. That you have a mental disorder. Even though you're the one who put the little thoughts in our heads and they grew bigger and bigger as time goes on. So you smile and laugh hoping it goes away. You shrink and shrink until you nearly reach a breaking point. They find an addiction to take their mind off of it. They find a sweet blade to let the blood trickle down, they take each bite of food to get the taste of self disgust out there mouths, they drink to drown the voices out with a flood, they smoke hoping it crowd there busy brains. These are all fine until you want that release too much, then you hit a blood vessel, you choke, drown your organs, inhale the wrong substance. Then that small bit of life you were already living on goes flat. ---Aiyana Poe (2016) Each and every snowflake is different from the others. There is something calming about standing outside and watching the snow fall. The world for once seems brighter, that that darkness that clouds over our eyes is lifted. There is silence, you are usually scared of the silence because nothing can shut out the voices in your head. But this silence is calming, your brain stops thinking for once. When you sit at home watching the snow fall you no longer care about the people around you, that you feel are always judging you. Nor do you notice the cold as it starts to soak through your clothes. The snowflakes that are true individuals that are special unlike the people today following societies norms. It puts you in a trance, it isn’t until you can either no longer stand the cold you just notice, or you are called inside. When you can finally see a light in the darkness, shut out the opposing voices, and for once relax. You think maybe life isn’t so bad, for these moments every once in awhile.
=Aiyana Poe (2017) Starting at posters on the wall.
Can’t help but to not know what to think at all. Theres love in life but I haven't found proof there is for me There are stars all around me, yet they will never meet me Blankly staring into space, my mind wonders to every place. Depressing music is playing in the background, So my emotions don’t drift into the nonexistence. Playing the music of none of the people staring back at me There music is only played on a good day I’m fixated at staring at posters on the wall Decorations of useless paper. Filled with quotes I never follow And a calendar from the year 2000 There are pictures of memories that are the only good moments By staring at them I hope to wash out the painful ones Business cards of important people But i dare not to actually call them. The posters who are supposed to tell who a person is Are all a way to just fill up my empty walls Like my heart and possibly my soul. -Aiyana Poe (2015) |
AuthorI love writing poetry. This is a collection of all the poetry I have written from a young age until now. (You will see a date of year next to my name). |