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Grace Givens Poem
There was this girl who had the world in her palm but she let it fall to the ground,
and said proudly forget everyone around,
as she looked in the mirror she cried,
as she looked and watched herself die.
love was no longer the sunny warmth feeling to her,
just a moment of joy later suppressed by the pain of the thought that for a
moment someone could care for her,
but they didn't so that too was a waste of time,
she entertained the thought saying to herself that maybe that someone could be
mine,
but it wasn't good enough, it couldn't surpass the hunger,
the love in between the storms wasn't good enough any longer,
it didn't strengthen her during the time she needed strength,
for some reason it made her weakened.
so she fell into the intertwining clouds of hurt, torture, and tears
and she stayed there over the course of many years,
she just continued to fall,
her mouth wouldn't open so that for help she could call,
her mouth was sown shut and she entered into paralysis where she was found,
somewhere between the earth and the ground,
between reality and peace,
between the knives and the beast,
she was stuck in this situation of numbness,
being lost within the world's dumbness,
and her heart dropped to the worth of a penny with a hole in it,
at least that's how she felt and that became her realness,
that became her life,
her story her pain her strife,
so she wrote a letter addressing it to the world, beside her coffin is where she
had laid it, stating,
"I didn't die from a illness or a disease, it was your hatred that killed me. My soul
couldn't bare anymore and fell apart. I died from nothing but a broken heart".
signed life's lost maiden......
Copyright © Grace Givens | Year Posted 2006
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Grace Givens Poem
You’ve captured me with your words and I’ve captured you with my love,
You are captured within the wound while I’m captured within the blood.
You’ve captured me with lies and I’ve captured you with the truth,
You’ve captured me because I first captured you.
Thinking of possibilities and outlining what I thought to be our goals,
Was destroyed within the truth in which has still not yet to be told.
Caught up within our love’s science fiction,
Is sole the reason I’m still not prepared for the next transition.
Not ready to be subjected to the level of someone else’s fool,
I dwell within the false pretences of happiness that I had with you.
Thought that our lies were strong enough to be the truth,
That I forgot that these lies was what drew me to you.
And I wanted to destroy that bridge that held us together,
Not knowing that, that bridge would be gone forever.
I decided I could handle the truth,
And I could, just as long as it wasn’t coming from you.
Just as long as you kept me out of certain aspects of your mind,
I was always able to do just fine.
For I knew of what I thought to be you,
And it was minus the honest unforgettable truth.
That in all reality the story presides,
That Our love was built on nothing but lies.
I loved you, I was in love with you,
Now that was the truth.
But you being in love with me,
Was and could never be reality.
As much as I wanted and needed you, you could never be,
The one that I knew was meant for me.
You refused to take that position because you had already knew,
That though I desired it, I for one could never be the one for you.
The only reason we ever really was,
Was because, you’ve captured me with your words and I captured you with my
love,
You were captured within the wounds while I was captured within the blood.
You had captured me with lies and I had captured you with the truth,
And the only reason you had captured me was because I first captured you…
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Grace Givens Poem
At night when I lay awake in bed, there are these sounds echoing in my ear,
the voice of you and the moans of her, doing things that were meant for lovers,
I'm hearing things that foreshadow the destruction of something that i thought
could be strong enough to soothe that savage beast,
but i guess he like others must have their feast.
The only difference is he feeds on lust,
and maintaining the secret is a must.
Me being the slickest of all kinds,
make sure that you have no clue what's on my mind.
I close my eyes and I see you with her passion,
her lips to yours are clamping,
and y'all lust fills the air,
words not spoken because only a fool would dare,
but who on this earth would thought,
that eventually you would get caught,
and not by me no less,
so the one who bared you told you, you must confess,
and you did,
testifying that with this affair came a kid,
and that now your a father,
and i now ask why should I even bother,
wasting countless breaths,
wanting you back,
but I guess its true what they say, love is blind,
because i would have bailed you out no matter what the fine,
and I would have excused your every action,
even your lust for others passion...
But all I know is that's its over now,
and the shadows on my wall won't come down,
the sounds keep echoing in my head,
so its hard for me to even go to bed,
But I forgave you...
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Grace Givens Poem
There comes a time in you life when you are going to have to trust someone why
Not start with me,
Are the very first words he has ever said to me,
I being a fool let down my guard
And opened my heart to this mysterious fraud.
You got to love someone why not start here,
Were the first things he whispered in my ear.
And the more I tried closing my ears,
The more it seemed I could hear.
Him thriving and feeding on my deepest fear.
The fact that I wished not to love again,
Seemed to just like my strength to fight slowly begun to descend...
And quicker than I heard the clock strike the hour,
I let him in and let him control my power,
Abusing and using my trust,
Mean while stating that it’s for us,
He breathed and thrived on my lust,
Killing me with every touch.
As the blood stained tears rolled from out my eyes,
I tried to convince myself that inside his soul cries,
That he too could feel my pain,
And that he would come and shelter this rain,
But he didn't,
So now in my heart there is a piece missing.
A longing a void for something,
To fill the canteen of nothing.
I vowed to cry until he comes... but he never does,
Thinking that maybe he is just lost within the absence of my love,
He never did, so I stopped crying because now I'm lost.
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Winters snow couldn't be more beautiful,
At least not as much as the thought of you.
Reminiscing moments of the past,
Thinking now if only those moments had last.
Dreaming of memories attacking my desire,
My love for you is like those cold longing for a fire.
The warmth and the softness... followed by your lips,
concluding but adding to your kiss.
The climax comes and then attacks,
Then ecstasy enters into our grasp.
That moment, that bit of joy,
Concluded but not destroyed.
First is always the best,
Because first of course comes before the rest.
First stays,
While others may past away.
My first still consoles that bond,
Feelings at one time tainted still holds strong.
Though ending still manages to carry on.
Lingering in my imagination,
Upsetting divine temptation.
I crave the first, but I'm content with my last.
Because now my last presides the first making it a fragment of the past.
Though still haunted by that ecstasy,
It’s my last that resides next to me.
It’s my last that now strives to make history...
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