Ashhy Quebedeau Poems

Running through the woods
feeling the light breeze through my flowing hair

tears flow from my eyes
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Standing here in my lovely white tiled bathroom
I look up at the mirror
leaning forward trying to see deep inside my soul
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stitched up like a good little puppet that i am
people taking ahold of my life

moving my arms, my mouth to what they want
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digging deep into my soul
i feel like my sanity is being pulled
out of my body and being replaced with insanity, lost, emptiness
and many more feelings i wish not to have
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An angel from heaven
had hope in her life

Always happy, giggly
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shadows of the night
lurk around every corner of my innerself
trying to take over my soul
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You didnt bother to pick up the phone
when i kept calling you every two minutes.
why didnt you listen to your voice mail?
Did you even bother to see what i was calling for
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Glue on the tapes of the band-aid you put on your broken heart
is slowly coming unglued each passing day
as you feel the wound tear open again
when you fall down this black hole of yours
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Only one in this realm
feeling her hope fading away with the winter wonderland
Walking around to find someone
who can help bring hope back into her soul
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Hiding behind a black masquerade
always hiding yourself behind a black velvet hood
you hide your feelings to
everyone around you
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