Chantelle Clark Poems

I'm just a Child, looking on,
Always making fantasies by the pond.
Running, laughing, playing, and crying,
Emotions come on wings...flying.
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Photographs a glimmer
Faces shinning all a shimmer.
Perfect are those faces
Remembering all the good places.
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Then it goes
Oh how it flows.
I then go white
Under ashen light.
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Marching along East Street
We felt confident and proud.
In rows we walked all tidy and neat
Soon to be scattered among green clouds.
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In a ghostly old-weathered town
decaying bodies can be found.
Their tombstones lay silently neat
telling stories of when they were beat.
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See the wrists gleaming red.
Hear the screams fading away.
Hidious things that you said.
Now I am never going to stay.
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A bottle on the table.
Alcohol inside.
Lonely and waiting it seems to be
and in it you confide.
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When does the anger stop? Where does the happiness live in this broken world? As people live through their lives, we all experience the uncontrollable outbursts of harsh words and sharp meanings. But even though, these words and actions may affect us wecontinue on, walking down the path that leads us farther away from any foundation built upon the knowledge that we had obtainedsuch a long time ago.

There are those days that we all feel happy. We want to laugh andshare our feelings with others but is this real happiness, or is itj ust a facade of short lived joy that we use to get through what we are really feeling (slightly like adrenaline...helps us get through life threatening situations) ? How can we really be happy when the world around us is so dark? Do we just report whats going on, and then hide from it all under false blankets of security in a high drempt up world of fantasy that allows us to escape the reality of where we are and what we are apart of? Or, do we, instead, choose to ignore it all and just forget about what does not directly concern us? The choice is yours, do what you like but honestly... no matter howlong we escape what we don't want to see, no matter how long we train our brains to only see what we want, and no matter how long it takes of just hiding and forgetting, it all comes back because until it is all solved...it will only continue to get worse. So in a sense, why don't we all just stop being cowards?
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Why do we say things that we do not mean to those that we love the most?

How come we hurt the ones we love and love the ones we hate?
How come words are strong when we do not need them to be and weak when we need to be strong?
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Somewhere there's someone just like him.
Drifting over the last few weeks pondering why he was chosen.
He found the person who made his life.
He found the one but then it all just fell apart.
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