Tina MacAdam Poems

you can walk around with your fake smile
for the world to see
but we all know that behind those eyes
pain hides within
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A broken window, covered in dust
An empty glass sitting on the table
A love letter, never opened, left behind
Pictures still hanging on the walls
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like streams coming down the side of a mountain
into a pool at the bottom
blood flows
like an orange when peeled with the insides revealed
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i hold it in my hands, eyes closed, turning it over and over
everything is just like it was then
every sound, sight, smell, feeling
they all come back to me like they had never really left
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Haul me awy in shackles. Lock me in a cage
Its probably the safest place, considering all my rage
Anger takes over, Words are spoken out of hate
Sometimes it can be controlled, Sometimes it is simply just too late
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no details
no anything
no, thats not true
i have something
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My hands are bleeding and cut
from the shattered pieces im picking up
scattered all over the floor in front of me
i have spent hours sitting here on floor
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Let me paint you a picture, on canvas of white. The contrast is brilliant. Using a vibrant shade of red. Let me draw on the canvas with my fingers, one line at a time. Let it drip and run freely, nothing holding it back. The once white canvas, now changed into a painting of a scene from my mind. Something I want to share with the world. It says something, without words. It has a meaning like no other. But no one else understands it but me.

Let me paint you a picture on a canvas of white. The darkness that covers it runs off onto the floor. the walls. all around the room. The black drips from everything. Covering the room, so no one can see what has happened here before. The black hides everything. much like dark, the night. it will be nothing more than a memory
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