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Chyna Jade, 27 december 2011

Behind Smiles

You see a happy little child
With my face a look too mild
Listen to the meaning of my words
Does the tone shock you like stomping herds
And now my black eyes create fear
Blackness so wonderful and clear
You think where could be my sweet baby
And all the smiles I used to see
Behind that what just a body
No interest of life to get a hobby
How well I’ve hidden from you
Although I laugh doesn’t mean happiness is true
Yet you go back to ignoring my pain
Gone away for a giggle without a strain

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Chyna Jade, 27 december 2011

Holds Me Like A Child

This is the sound of my heart
Beating for a simple change
This is the guilt from the start
That was never out of range

For it never leaves my aching side
Holding on like a mothers child
Fearful behind me grabbing my dress it will hide
Feeling horrible to call it mine I am defiled

So what can this come to be?
This guilt holding me tight
This child I can always see
Awake or trying to sleep in the night

I will do nothing for it grows
Maturing into an adult
As the more pain causes to show
Sadly this will be my entire fault

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Chyna Jade, 27 december 2011

Blasphemy

There is a nervous bleeding in my heart
I try so hard to tell you but don’t know where to start
I so badly need to blurt this insanity out
So my mind is free to wonder without doubt

And all I want from you is your attention
But for me to say, to even mention
Blasphemy you would cry out loud
And lookers would become a crowd

So why speak to cause only stress
To make my temples sore to which I caress
Headaches and heartaches all in the same day
With all the thought coming to my mind in dismay

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Chyna Jade, 24 december 2011

Buzzing

Flies buzz in my aching ear
Reminding me of something I need to hear
I swat them not wanting to know
In front of my friends… Normal is hard to show

Shadows above me head like ink clouds
Covering, suffocating in black shrouds
My friends watch as I fight back air
Not seeing my darkness it is so unfair

Shame I feel for being strange
And I leave quickly out of range
So my voice they won’t hear a sound
As I scream my shadows into the ground

I hate them as I watch them crowd again
Never leaving me for I can’t win
They envelope my dragging heart
Stabbing already knowing where to start

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Chyna Jade, 24 december 2011

Blisters by a Puppeteer

It hurts this pain I can’t explain
But what do I do I can’t tell you
Names I can’t use for it causes shame
Yet I need to because I write so true

As strings dance me away from thee
Believe me friend I’ll love you until the end
Even if we are both filled with misery
Oh how I took advantage, Oh how I did depend

Unfair I know as I followed wherever you go
As a dog with a leash connected to she
But if not how would I ever know
About love with no strings above

Like a puppet giving blisters gift
As others command in push and shove
Yet you friend pain you gladly lift

Although you have the same deal
But with out anyone to lean on so blisters can heal
I’m just so glad I have you to love

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Chyna Jade, 24 december 2011

Alone in a Crowded place

This house is an empty box
Yet people crown my space
And all around me are locks
To be put on my mouth and face

I’m amazed I can breathe
In this confined thing I call a home
As I wish for a fast and painful death
Because that is all that can reach me under my dome

Please I beg come swiftly to drag me away
So air can touch my lips so sweet I gasp
For I can not bare to live another day
And I would cream but my voice is only a rasp

Torture I ask thee to stop hurting me
For the hammer in my hands will kill
The walls that won’t let me be
What I need, of what is real.

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Chyna Jade, 21 december 2011

Consumed

I am infatuated by this pestilent world.....
Unsettled by its grotesque growth....
Yet so soundly in love with its rashness
to destroy towns and monuments
when not ceasing to see the true beauty among her.....
We build upon her fertile body and we consume her skin.....
Tearing and raping this perfection we make
'Necessities'
out of......
Do you now shed a tear for her....
The angels do....
Raining upon her body to help her stay strong......
We consume what we preserve and we preserve what we consume.....
So tell me this.....
'Who decides what? '
Is it a decision so tenacious that we dare not speak it!
Or be it the turmoil within ones moral that is broken every time her
body is beaten and set a flame......

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Chyna Jade, 21 december 2011

Along side the Moon

Its soft yellow glow
Lights the travelers way
Weary and not knowing where to go
Yet here is Gods night-light
So the adventure can show
It s great path night or day
Without stopping the flow
Of his feet following the flight
This flight of freedom he does not know
Never loosing his way
For the round moon gives direction
Adventure he keeps in mind
With the love of inspection
To have his heart beat with the wind
As he takes in earths perfection
All alike and all different kind
For he walks alongside the moon so he can lend
Because a poet by all means he is
Seeing all and writing with words
Because ha can not dismiss
This complicated rhyme scheme
And the beauty of poetry’s bliss
As this poem becomes heard
By using unique sayings that become like a kiss
So soft as the moon light gleams

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Other poems: Swimming, Who am I?, Pluto that is I, My Room, Insignificant, Imagine, Crunching Sounds, Fighting with Myself, Shadow Lands, Left by a Cliff Hanger, Behind Smiles, Holds Me Like A Child, Blasphemy, Buzzing, Blisters by a Puppeteer, Alone in a Crowded place, Consumed, Along side the Moon,

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