Furious and bitter
Mad and angry
Hate the controlling people
Who try to control
Me.
Their ashes and residue
Spewing forth
Needless discord, no harmony.
Angry
I’m angry
Angry at me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Angry
August 22, 2017
Sounds Of The Earth Turning
August 1, 2017
Sounds of the earth turning
Turning round
No disconnect, no what the heck
Just moving, slowly moving
Going round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Fingers Move Across The Page
July 21, 2017
Fingers move across the page
Feeling emotions that do rage
Calming down anxious stress
With each word that is expressed.
Yes, fingers make anguish
Dissipate
As they move across
Caressing a waiting page.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Let Me Be Free
July 7, 2017Let me be free
Free to accept life as it should be
Free to be the one I want to be
Free
Free to be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Hearing All The Noises
July 6, 2017
Hearing all the noises
Bashing in my head
No time to see the goodness
Only misery, loneliness and dread.
Honestly don’t know
What became of my lighthearted soul
Mired down in stress
Burdened with things as dark as coal.
No one will help me out
No one really cares
All I hear is bashing, crashing in my head
Filled with misery, loneliness and dread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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When Memories Are Created
June 22, 2017
When memories are created
And souls felt
Nothings’ forsaken
For a journey been taken
That’ll lead to a place
Filled with nothing but
Love, love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Truly Needed
June 20, 2017
Truly heartfelt
Truly needed
One footstep
On life’s path
Followed
Heeded
By another
And
Another
Truly needed.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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I Know
June 13, 2017
How
Do I know
The right is the way.
When
Will I be happy
Just to stay?
Now
Is the answer
Past has gone away.
Forever
Is never
This I know today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Write
June 6, 2017Write
What you need to.
Write
What you feel too
Doesn’t matter if it
Never sees daylight
Only known on pages
Of a book closed tight.
Write
Let it out
Let it be recorded on
The slate that makes you be
What you’ve become
You see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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