Corey Mason

She'll laugh around you
She'll act all happy
But deep down inside
She is dying
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These four walls, so bland and white,
Are their prison
No light comes in…
And no darkness can escape
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My dear Ebonies
I write to say a good bye
For all I have,
Is but no more but a high
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Passing doors around me
A light calls to my mind
Yet flashes obscure my vision
Black is all I see
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I don’t know what I saw in you
Or why you are all I pursue

Acting as my personal emcee
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Time stands still for one brief moment
The air gently plays with the hair around my face
Today I stand alone
Ready to face the one thing I regret
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I know,
I know that you feel like everything is ending
That you’re all alone
No one wants you
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I’m told we can’t see each other anymore
That you’re unhealthy for me
They tore you away from me, leaving me alone
But I can’t stop thinking about you
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What is it that you do when you feel alone?
Do you try to move on or do you always remember?
Will you let the world kick you?
Will you get pushed around?
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“Hello, how are you? ”
“Great! You? ”
“Fine, a little tired but at least the day is almost over.”
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I wish that you could see inside my head,
To know why I do what I do
To see how I tick,
In this crazy world I walk through
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There's a little girl in a window looking sweetly at you
She know you and admires you
Yet you don't even know her name
She quietly sits by you in class and wtaches you in the halls
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This is a poem that I wrote in honor of WWII. I was studing it in my 9th grade History class and the idea of the tagic event hit me. So in a few day of watching a movie on the A-Bombs, wrote this poem and through the four years it has be revised to find that perfect flow.


Smashing,
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On this cold, dreary April night,
A woman raced to save her life
Her small, bare feet slipped in the silence
And her breath stuck, frozen in her lungs
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I stood lonesome,

Starring out of my lost world,
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Upon a death bed,
A girl was given a ticket to heaven
And it said to lie
In the bed that she made
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I thought we were good friends
But we fought and could not make amends
I said I wished you were dead
And turned you away in the end
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Who is this person,
Who’s sitting right here?

Is she a friend?
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The world I call home,
Is no more
My life is plagued
And spirit broken
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