Andra Wadas
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An organ that beats, to stay alive
Why does it cause, so much pain
The torture and torment, it inflicts
Death is the only way it ends
...
What is wrong?
The world feels like it is on my shoulders
What is wrong?
...
I built Four walls
around my battered soul
To help my eternal bruises
fade away
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When Is it to soon
to say that you care
When you first met
A spark in the air
...
Can you hear me?
You are so far away
Please come near
You have gone a stray
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A childhood love
Do they last forever
We shared our first kiss
On a swing set together
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Torn from your loins
Thrown in the trash
No remorse
Men are placed in jail
...
To trust in yourself
gives an over all
feeling of peacefulness
and an ability
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The warmth of the caressing light
sitting close
holding tight
firm round object
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When does the mind stop
allowing the heart to speak
let your soul guide you
Why does the pain of our past
...
How can we live in a world
with such pain and hate
caused everyday from the so called
human beings
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The perils of hell's gate
knocking at my door
trickery of a sweet voice
from the face of Lucifer
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The words unsaid
Are the hardest to hear
to understand,
between the silences
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The pain of a heart in love
Not receiving the same in return
Hurting more now
then if it breaks
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He has asked for a gift
only u can give
You on bended knee
heart given to him
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Andra Wadas Biography
come join my blog at http; //andraspoetry.blogspot.com share your work or lets talk about poetry, lets have some fun............................................. I am a product of the eighties, a life that we found our own ways of torturing our selves whether it was by thinking we were in love or not feeling loved by our parents. Not feeling we belong or excepted in society. We started punk, the first mosh pits and of course body piercing and many many tattoos. I had some great times and some very low times in my life and I found writing was a way to deal with the flow of this crazy place on earth, the daily grind of life and the broken pieces of my heart that so many times I had to hot glue back together. So I have been writing since I was a teen and through many mishaps of losing my poems through fire or a ex husband ripping them to shreds. I continued to write, then there was a day I decided to share at some ungodly hour of another night of no sleep I entered one of my poems into a contest and ended up winning. As a surprise I sent a copy of the award and the winning poem plus a few others to my father to show what I could do and the next mourning he called asking if I was ok, then I knew that he felt what I was writing about so then I just kept writing. I love writing poetry, it is expressive and hopefully when others read what I write they read them with an open mind and heart to understand and feel what I am writing about. Enjoy, 'Shanti' Peace and serenity always...)
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The Feeling Of A Broken Heart
An organ that beats, to stay alive
Why does it cause, so much pain
The torture and torment, it inflicts
Death is the only way it ends
The insidious hurt
That it causes me
Plunged a sharpened device
into my chest
Remove the unwanted virus
the ache of wanting
to feel admiration
although knowing
it is only a myth
A story that is told to us
Our hearts, knowing the truth
The agony, of the pasted down curse
of forever more
The pain
The loneliness
Of a broken heart
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