Anita Magdalena

Anita Magdalena

Sunday, 9 September 2012

When The Line Is Crossed


Poem by Anita Magdalena....

When The Line Is Crossed
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My hopes were dashed against stone cold reality
and I wrote them down in invisible ink so no one 
could read me or ever know what goes on inside


I turned my back on all of the faces that watched me
when I found the door I closed it and left them behind
they never truly cared or maybe it was me that didn't


I stopped and became silence until ears became deaf
it was so much easier when people started to forget
while I forever remember those stinging memories


Whatever happened to the softness I longed to feel
maybe it's still being made in my world of make believe
where imagination is the only company I want to keep


I never said I wanted the world or ever thought it owed me
I just wanted to be me without someone trying to change the
channel that I chose from my own conscience to broadcast


I guess I came with a "you can own me" stamped on my ass
just the impression I get from the manipulation I freely accepted
people like to cross the line like it's a game of I don't give a fuck


I moved that line until they could not see it as I pulled it tight
I watched them fall flat on their face choking on their ignorance

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Haunted Heart



Poem by Anita Magdalena...


Haunted Heart
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Her haunted heart strikes its sharpness into her mind
just to remind her sometimes how much it has hurt


She can never run away to forget the past 
pins and needles pushed through and out
without thread to stitch her back together
Non stop bleeding that left her so lifeless


Her spirit just left and took her soul with it
an empty shell that could still think and feel
she became stoic and unreadable to others
as time tumbled through her tapping fingers


Her haunted heart beats to the rhythm of her endless thoughts
just to remind her sometimes that she is still very much alive


She took off deep into the night and ran
found herself on peaceful sacred ground 
she sat  with the dead and her thoughts
her spirit/soul came and sat with her


She remembered every single stinging word
as each one slapped the temple of her mind
she could not sit with her own indifference
so she packed her bags and walked away


Her haunted heart strikes its sharpness into her mind
just to remind her often that she is still very much alive



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