Ivana Mabry Poems

Her soul is golden and her heart is pure,
Blinded by her innocence, she cannot find the light,
The demon, she does not dare to fight,
She yells and screams but she is not heard,
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The sky cried blood…
The rivers flowed red…
The children are no longer dead.
The city concealed with cries for help
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The image depicted by society has become an obsession,
The best of days leave me in a kinda high depression,
Dreaming dreams that are meaningless when dreamt,
Speaking your mind, to say what you meant,
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follow the foots steps of the dead,
point a gun to your head,
smile then laugh.. then scream and yell.
run from your shadow and ring a bell.
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Maybe this world isn’t as it was; maybe what I saw was never really seen.
Maybe I was blinded by the glare of religion and trapped in the misconception of faith.
Could it have been the deception of love that falsely guided me?
Or was it the joy that smothered my soul with its life fallacies?
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I am The fire inside that attempts to thrive then suddenly diminishes.
I am your hopes, dreams, and your wishes.
I am the light in the dark and the beating of your heart.
I am your whispers, lies, and secrets.
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common feelings that at times mask the identity of individuality,
ideas of thoughts of feelings that are not felt but suggested,
implied emotion towards a imaginary personality,
Machines, driven by the requested,
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pop one, pop too, it's what we do
it's the nation's cure, no need to rue
no matter your age, it's legit
i do, they do, now just admit
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where is my muse?
where is the wood that fueled my fire
where are the causes, reasons, desires? !
where is the drive, attempt, perseverance,
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Her life falls apart crumb by crumb,
Trapped in a shell and inside she’s numb,
Memories of pain as clear as a bell,
Twice she has tried and twice she has failed,
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