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Best Poems From
BIRDIE ANDERSON
(June 1, 1993-someday someway)
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Only the murderer can heal me
If you could see
The love I feel for you
Then I'd be a light
To bright for your
Sight to understand
Instead you hold up
A dark hand
Block out my embrace
And let my heart
Die before the
Actual race
It's all a game
In my head
I thought I loved you
But now I wish
I was dead
Cause your rejection
Shook my walls
So hard
That the ceiling
Came slamming down
I'm shattered
And numb with pain
Blood pumps quickly
Within my veins
My body screams to me
Your heart is physically
Dieing
Do something!
But alas I can't
There are only
One set of hands
That can mend these
Shards
Only ten fingers
Can weave my heart
It's the bad guy
Who started it all
He's the one that
Let me fall
And still
He cares
Not one bit
Not at all
Birdie Anderson
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Persian Ballet
Starting their Persian ballet
The fireflies are on their way
The dusk begins to end the day
As the grass bends like the sea waves
With rush of wind
And the kicking of sand
Wear your red point shoes
With the nodding of heads
And the arms stiffened
Everything is in a harmony
Step after step
Swing after swing
This is what we call
Dancing
The deer leap to each heart beat
The dancers sing to another sweetly
The children the watch
As mother forgets to weep
With rush of wind
And the kicking of sand
Wear your red point shoes
With the nodding of heads
And the arms stiffened
Everything is in a harmony
Step after step
Swing after swing
This is what we call
Dancing
As the dancers eyes collide
And hearts bells ring inside
A plague of thoughts
The children now have been taught
Ending their Persian ballet
Bowing heads are heavy
Arms are steel and weak
This is what we call
Dancing
Birdie Anderson
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