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Anthony Bookram Poem
Mirror mirror on the wall
Would you still care if I break or fall ,
Would you still be there to console me through it all ?
After the drugs fade , memories take place and now it's hard too stand tall . I ran out of alchohol now I can hear your judgment pass through the empty hall ,
the pains getting deeper should I overdose on tylenol?
See I'd hang myself but I've already been hung up on the wall .
You stare at me you feel my pain but you never call , the stress is weighing on my brain , I'm done playing games , my soul full of pain but I'm just too weak to end it all !
Now mirror on the wall I see the cracks are they outside or within, are they both, which side am I living in? All u do is mock me you ain't my friend , forget you and your friendship this is the end . I got a bullet with your name on it , I may be too weak to end it all
but I can start by freeing the man who was hung up on the wall.
Copyright © Anthony Bookram | Year Posted 2020
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My dear beautiful Rose
the sky becomes darker on this cold night .
The world becomes grey but you shine ever so bright .
Beauty in its purest form, as the shadows crept into my life I became my darkness ... A demon was born,
Tho to you there was no evil in sight ;
You gave up a few of your petals to help me through the storm . In the end on that dark cold night,
You let me pick you from the dirt,
killing you softly just so I could see the light .
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I walked under the gentle snow
Watching as each snowflake fell
Becoming colorful under the midnights glow .
The smell of hot chocolate filled the air , bringing feelings of a time old friends and I would share .
I carried on gazing upon the moon
Hoping that eventually it would lead me to you soon .
My heart filled with terror and delight , happy that you're again in my life but my heart trembles as old feelings have been re-imagined. I fear that my undying passion will take over me and then you too will fade away like the lady of the moon,
and I..
I will be left walking alone on that late afternoon , wondering if you'll ever feel the same as I feel about you.
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Smoking and drinking what the hell were u thinking ?
Theres No food on the table , the lights always blinking
We ain't got cable
I thought we were stable, now They want us out of the building!
It's your fault to why I'm sinnin and stealing .
Do you know what the hell Ive been feeling ,
Watching the person who should be your hero Popping pills in the kitchen ;
cutting your self because u feel like nobody's listening .
You ain't got a job, so you're selling your body for 50 bucks to anybody that's willing .
Just so you can give it to some dudes that be dealing.
Giving up yourself for heroin
The pain in her voice is bellowing
Empty bottles by the pillow - an
Do you know how many times I've thought of killing my self!
I'm here for you but you dont want the help.
Hollow tips laying on the shelf
I hide the gun , so the devil wouldnt catch you if you fell ;
becuse without a doubt u deserve to go to hell and burn in a cell for the burdens you've made me feel.
We can't afford the meal, still ain't got a deal , I know your heart done broke whens that gonna heal ?
Crack pipes all up on the floor , demons waiting at the door . I can't take no more , she's begging me for more ,
I wanna just let her go , turn her in and forget the sin but the pain she gets without it is hurting me much more .
Now where the hell is God ? He must not love the poor , the Devils at the door he accepts the flawed;
I can't be wrong when survival's my cause.
In trying get us out she just cares about Hennessy some backwoods and the kush up in her mouth.
I can't take it anymore I wanna break out of this nightmare, I'm tired I just wanna scream and shout , maybe finally take a deep breath of fresh air.
I can't because theres no one to answer my prayers and all you can do is blindly stare , It's not fair but lately I've been thinking our ship set sail now its sinking. I give up the pains too much I'm tired of living , no more hope I give up on wishing;
You're always missing you never listen, I dont know what else to do so I guess I'll just start smoking and drinking.
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As today fades I continue Walking down my path looking for the right one to follow , I'd toss a dream in the wishing well but i dont have a cent to borrow. I sit and let time pass me by wondering if this path will still be here tomorrow .
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Oh reflection, reflection
The amount that I see , from the birds in the sky to the mountains and the trees.
The courage to dream, discipline to withstand the ice cold breeze, and the determination to keep on growing, oh what a sight to have seen , the gentleness of a lion , the anger of the bee. The darkness in the light , and the joy in melancholy. Oh reflection, reflection how you taught me to see , the calming in the winds to the roughness of the sea, the silence in life, the loudness of death , the cruelty of the weak, and the glory to push to the last breath. The strength in “I” but the power of “we”, Oh reflection, reflection you showed all that I am and all I can be.
Copyright © Anthony Bookram | Year Posted 2021
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If your father gave his life to care for you but beat your mother and was on his death bed would you ever forgive?
could you understand the path he lead and the pain that made him regret the things he did ?
If your mother was convicted for murder could you support the charge ?
If she killed a family but left a son and daughter would you ever care about how they are ?
If your time has come the bell done toll and death has sung would you be okay if god took you despite you knowing of the sins you’ve done ?
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What is this world I loved
She was Sold to drugs
She’s feeling pain
She said she’s numb
Why is she the one that I shunned
Coughed up half a lung.
Get off the mattress
Been with an actress
But fire and water always clashes
Look the fact is
You don’t know the storms you create with your actions.
Lost at sea she’s left stranded
Sun beats down and she can’t manage
Salt in her wounds left her damaged.
She wants to know what the plan is, your thoughts can be planned but only time will tell what happens to that seed once it’s planted.
Arose from the dirt is a rose in the image of your actions, from pain stems the thorns beauty born out of madness, petals lost, taken for granted. If heavens on earth it can only be found once you’ve landed
hit the ground and seen what happened.
Now she’s dressed in black her life’s been tragic,
The weight of the world is in the size of a tear drop and she can’t take more of what’s been handed, so she lets go and lets the world drop to end her sadness.
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What has become of me
From the child that loved to play,
To the friends that once were ,
The love that came as a spur.
Oh how time has drifted away.
Life gave difficult roads all leading astray,
Once in the fields of lush green grass nowadays I see dull and grey.
Time has always taken the things that I loved , so I calmly wait to be lifted away ,
as the ashes from my cigarette dances down to the ashtray;
I realize nothing is permanent death is always at bay but that’s what makes life beautiful, like the tears in March and April bring beauty in the month of May. I spent the rest of my time in thought, and as I sat and read the meditations it dawned on me that day , if I could talk to the me of the past what is it that I would say ?
“Now is the life you live any different from if it were taken away “?
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Success is like the leaves that fall from the trees. Some pile up their doubts, some choose the good that they see but be careful because sometimes its leads to you collecting the greed.
their are the few that pick up the seed, cater to the good and the bad even if the others dont see , sometimes all it takes is someone who can believe.
While the others are worried about the damaged leaves they don't need, you'll be the one who took the time and planted the seed. It's worth the wait, while they have some beautiful leaves you'll be the one who has the beautiful tree.
See to live is to deceive,
the rose is beautiful, until you're pricked by a thorn and begin to bleed . Once you understand that of which you want and what you need then you are truly free to be who ever you wanna be. Look , and you shall see you are amongst a field of weeds.
Dont kill the flower before it can breathe , don’t lose your self because your petals are red while the others are green.
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