Enigma

Thinking about the hereafter and how to salvage this endeavour
The tide changes on a day to day
All the while you remain airtight
Maybe it's my folly
Do you mean to enfeeble?
An enigma at my side
I cannot feel whole while you remain disjointed
Do you consider this sentience?
FEEL IT ALL!
I do, every look, glance. Every touch, every atmosphere drowning me at times
But I know I live I know im alive




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Apology of a sort

Wow.
It has been a rather long time since I posted anything, to let you all know I am still here just lacking creativity, my new job is rather full on sometimes which I think has killed my imagination somewhat.

I am working on some new things so will be back with you all when I can watch this space guys :)

Melancholy No More

I gaze upon a pale scene; its dispassionate aura feels me with melancholy

I long to access the spectrum of life, to inject vibrancy into its core

My imagination takes flight, shooting splashes of colour, of life to the scene untouched thus far.

Swift as a shooting star, the scene is bland no more, I am the scene it becomes my creation.

©Ann Dempsey 2013




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Arrows

Burning anger rages within An elevated sense of danger Breaking through the octopus like grip Upon my aching crimson heart A bargain made to become enchanted Bursting apart at the seams The arrows fly piercing my armour I am no longer able to be so distant Broken, alone and under attack. © Ann Dempsey 2012
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Traveller

So many roads to choose from Stop for a while That sense of danger lingers Try to recall a serene time Choose your path taking a chance You the traveller chasing your dream. ©Ann Dempsey 2012
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Filled With You

Grey skies loom above me. My heart is still full Filled with the warmth of the sun. The cold breeze nips at my face. But my skin stays warm Warmed with the warmth you give me. © Ann Dempsey 2012
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Survivor ' 08

These words tell of my struggle
A struggle to keep from drowning
Drowning in my own emotion

This paper a drain to wash all emotion into
Wash away these feelings
The feelings that are no longer good for me

These emotions: Guilt
The guilt of being someone
Who so many are repulsed by

Shame, the shame
That your innocence was stolen,
Before an age where innocence made sense

Loss, the loss
You feel when people you love are lost
Through no fault other than your own

Pain, the pain
You feel when you realise
You do not deserve the love of those around you

Worry, the worry
You feel that one day
You may find you lose everyone you hold dear

These are the emotions felt
By someone who lost a lot
And gained even less

The words on this paper
Are vessels to wash emotion away
A mental release

These are the words of someone lost
The words of someone found again
The words of a survivor.

© Ann Dempsey 2008


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Filled With You

Over my head and into my soul.
You have become engrained in my very core
Somehow, you did not have to make a space
you fit perfectly, comfortably
Into what was and empty cavern
Now completely filled with you.

© Ann Dempsey 2012


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general frustrations

Something has to give thats what is said in times of trouble, but I wonder why is it always the good things that give, why can't the trouble give way for happiness?
I feel as if I am the one in trouble for the actions of other people, I know I am not in trouble not hated, and yet still I feel helpless to do anything to resolve the issues for fear that the minute I do, something else will come along and destroy it.

I want to start again but I am not allowed, this frustrates me I understand all reasonings for decisions that have been made, but why then does this understanding not make me feel better? I am a fighter maybe that is my problem I want something and I want to fight for it but what do you do when you cannot fight, because if you fight you will just be cut off at every angle?

If it were me that had caused all this drama in the first place I would bow down admit my wrong doings and let it lie, but I did not cause this and I am taking the fall for someone elses wrong doings. Oh I do not know anymore I write these musings down to try and clear my thoughts lets hope that time will have pity upon me.

© Ann Dempsey 2011

Impossible

I am damned if I do damned if I don't
To forget you is unimaginable
To dwell upon our doomed romance
Too painful
I pay homage to you though and cannot stop
It is impossible
Distance and time have doomed, destroyed and cemented our fate.

© Ann Dempsey 2011



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Forgotten

I think you have forgotten me
I have not forgotten you
When I spare a glance at the moon
When the rain hits my window pane
I see your face
I see your smile

I think you have forgotten me
I have not forgotten you
When I hear the first birdsong of the day
When I hear a beautiful melody
I hear your voice
I hear your laughter

I think you have forgotten me
I have not forgotten you.

© Ann Dempsey 2011


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Sweetest Misery

I’ve crashed into the sweetest misery
I would do anything to keep this pain
Pleasurable misery sweeping over me
Love the sting pray for the burn
You are my sweet misery

As they say the tastiest foods are bad for you
You are my chocolate sweet as candy
Taste your sweet misery on my lips
I can’t get enough I’m addicted
You, your soul my sweetest misery

Stunned me caught me in your web
Holding me hostage chained to you
With no desire to run away
I cling to your pain keep it coming
How I love your sweet misery.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Just A Feeling

It was a feeling I had about you
The day I saw you for the first time
This tiny little spark started a fire
The flames sweep through me
Engulfing me in its confusing flames

It was a feeling a fluttering feeling
The first time I heard your voice
I had to remember to breathe
Fate deals me another impossible card
An impossible dream takes hold

It was a feeling a just a slight feeling
The day I first touched you
Electricity that connection grabbed me
Shocked me to my core
A feeling of happiness no matter the issues

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Is it the end?

Memories of you rotate in my mind whirling, twirling, fast forward, rewind.
I miss you and it encroaches upon me at odd times and places
My oldest friend we never fought.
It scares me to think I might forget your face one day
Your voice barely clings to my memory
Can you really be gone if memories of you exist? I like to think not.
I still hold you in my heart.
I wonder if you knew how important you were to me to all of us.
It all seems so final, is it?
Maybe you will greet me one day I hope to see you again in time
Until then I will keep your memory,
Cherish our time here keep you locked and safe in my heart.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Heartache

When your heart stops fluttering when she walks by you
When you no longer smile at the thought of her
When you stop waiting for the phone ring to hear her voice
That’s Heartache

When loved ones are gone away
When they are so far away that only memories remain
When you long for their support
That’s Heartache

When you find yourself torn between two souls
When whichever way you choose will hurt one or all
When your decision will change everything
That’s Heartache

When her arms surround you and you feel safe
When she whispers in your ear you feel alive
When she touches you, you feel a deeper connection
That’s Love.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Random update

Good Sunday All

I thought I would update on my general life as poetry is coming in bursts that have no included today on thier list of appearances. Last night I went with my niece and my sister and her partners sister to the carnival, It was so much fun with a child seeing her face light up when she likes something was priceless. (Not so priceless when the big floats scared her aww).

So the short stories are coming along slowly, I mean snails pace slowly but stay tuned when they are done they will appear here first for your reading pleasures.

All the best people stay tuned etc you never know these days when a new poem will suddenly grace me and you with its prescence.

Mwah to all xx

Oh heres a new pic of me I am still alive see lol.

Finding Yourself

So what happens when you realise yourself?
When you suddenly figure out who you really are
What about where you have ended up?
How do you apply your revelations to your existing life?
Does it happen on its own naturally?
Must you force it into its place?
Will you hide it, push it back down?
How would it feel to embrace it?
So take a journey, find yourself, scare yourself, love yourself.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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The Right Path

Who can tell where this will lead? Who among us can see how it will end?
Trust in the universe or destiny or probability whichever you choose to follow.
Trust that it will always lead you,
Guide you to the exact place at the exact time you are meant to be there.
I always say everything happens for a reason, I do not always see it at the time,
Eventually I see the reasoning and can accept the past
I always know deep down I will gain something positive from these negatives,
Life is balanced, you just have to look.
Observe from a different perspective.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Where Is She?

Pacing the street hoping to glimpse what she once saw so clearly here
Her life has changed so dramatically so violently
Her view is now clouded by the poisonous clouds
Engulfing her mind slowly infecting her soul
Where is her peace her light her happiness?

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Nothing

Blackened tear stains her cheek
She has again been betrayed
Her world again crushed
Her universe engulfed in the nothingness
She realises her tears now dry
She does not feel anything the nothingness takes hold.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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