elena winters

elena winters Poems

i picture stepping outside in the frosty air
the wind cracks my face like sidewalk cement
on the other side of the street there's a pale man
begging for coins under the light that shines above him
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all alone in this crazy home trapped in this room
no one here to talk too

but what i hear a whisperin soul
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hello murder whats your story?

murder #1
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no one can see me as i blend into the crowd
call me camouflage for i am invisible
yes.........invisible to the naked eye
i cry for attention from you and only you
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i see you
you see me

you turn away
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Our love goes up

up like the mountains
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truth has a face
with many expressions

truth can hurt you in ways you can't imagine
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a mother working 2 jobs to support 3 kids after the death of her husband who was killed by a drive by shooting

hard working mother paying countless and countless of expensive bills
trying to make ends meet
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she ran out of the building with tears streaming down her cheeks
wondering how could she be so stupid to marry a cheat he was her everything her one and only true love

'why......why' was all she managed to say
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I'm sorry things didn't work out between us
I wish things could've been diffrent
maybe if you weren't so bossy
always trying to control my life
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why do friends and family
think that i'm lying
i constantly tell them i'm trying
but how can they listen
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my life is so full of corruption
drugs money prostitution drowning my streets that i call home

home of all death with the motion of a bullet
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she found a way to get rid of all the pain
by slicing her flesh to bleed it all away

to bad she cut the wrong vein
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on a cool summer eve
walking along the ocean shore
just you and me
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no more settlin for less
when i know that i can have the best
people always think i'm scheming
but how can you scheme on love
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alone on this trip to paris
no warm arm here to hold me
no lips yearning to kiss me
no fingers intertwining my long hair
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ones soulmate can last a lifetime
but how do you know your mate if you dont have a soul
see what you hear, hear what you see
think with your head, feel with your heart
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finding yourself is a challenge
as for me i lost interest in who i really am
due to lack of socialism and insecurities
i've driven my self into ridiculous scenerios
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i love you so much with all my heart
even when you rip me apart

i love you when you beat me to death
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baby your the one that i want to spend the rest of my life with
marry you.....wake up next to you.....make children with you

before you ask....yes I'm sure
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beeen gone for a while but im back and i want to be heard

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i picture stepping outside in the frosty air
the wind cracks my face like sidewalk cement
on the other side of the street there's a pale man
begging for coins under the light that shines above him
next to a woman wrapped in a torn cloth with the look
of desperation in her icy blue eyes i quickly turn to walk
away with that image sealed inside my mind

i picture being that little girl whose mother
is so strung out and willing to give up anything
for a rock even the apartment which led
me to sleeping on cardboard pads i picture
having to walk the cold streets for moma's
addiction sometimes forced to be a participant in
one of her deadliest heroin scandals and for some
reason we succeeded through all these episodes
until it led her mother to one of the most desperate
decisions of her life........sell her daughter's innocence

i picture being that woman whose body reveals black
and blue prints how many beatings has she suffered
through the last 8 years of her marriage? to many to count
i picture the most ecruciating pain ever witnessed
from ciggarette burns to stove tops i picture being a prisoner
to my own husband

i picture these things because in the real world
situations like this does happen.......i've seen it
but despite all they been through people manage
to take each piece of themselves and put them
back in place and become a strong as they were
before.....the same person but with a totally
diffrent perspective

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Enjie Sibin 10 February 2009

i love all ur poem..

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