Poems With Meaning

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A Tribute to Allyson Joyce

Special Poems written by Ally & friends

This poem is not dated. It was written by Allyson and shows her struggle.

~Twisted Illusions ~

Twisted illusions cloud my head,
as I am constantly reminded by the imprint of my soul.
I struggle through the loneliness,
Longing to just once again feel whole.

The ghost of my being forever strikes me down,
and I drown in my emotion.
I so often regret my lack of judgment,
How I so openly handed you my devotion.

And I now live with it each passing day,
Always knowing how weak I have become.
The memories haunt me and keep me awake,
reminding me of how it is never fully done.

My heart still proceeds to break,
and I don't know how much longer I can pretend.
When will the hurt stop coming?
When will it all just end?

This poem was written by Allyson Joyce in 2005. In this poem Allyson portrays Mrs. Heroin as the "other women" who is a fatal attraction.

~ Mrs. Heroin ~

He said he'd never love someone else, he lied.
He said he'd never make me hurt, I cried.

She takes away his pain like I never could,
And she makes him feel like I never would.

He gets chills when she's not around and,
When he feels lost she makes him feel found.

As long as he wants, she'll stay by his side,
If he's feeling empty, she'll fill him inside.

She will see sides of him, I'll never see,
She'll mean things to him, I'll never be.

For her he'll always go out of his way,
He lives for her, day after day.

He said he would leave her, but their even closer then before,
She leaves him wanting and begging for more.

She took his whole soul, his feelings & heart,
She smiled at him, and said...
"Till death do us part"

This poem was written by Kristin Donato, a friend of Allyson's since they "wuz 1". Kristin was a sole mate of Allyson's and she tried to help Ally as best she knew how. Her love and friendship never faded even through difficult times.

~ My Best Friend, My Guardian Angel ~

She was the girl next door, We loved to play on the swings.
We played every single day, Dress up was one of our favorite things.

We grew up together, She became my best friend.
The type you would call everyday, And have sleep overs with every weekend.

She was so smart and beautiful, Outside and in.
I told her all my secrets, She knew everything.

When we got older, We chose different paths.
Although I was worried for her, I knew our friendship would always last.

I told her not to go that way, But she would not listen.
Then she developed a disease, Something called addiction.

This terrible disease, It took over her mind, body and soul.
She did not want to be this way, But she had no control.

I knew who she really was, Deep down inside.
That's why I tried to help her, I stuck by her side.

She tried so hard, To help herself in Every single way.
But it was too much pain for her, And God took her soul away.

My best friend is gone, How can this be?
I know that she is better now, But I feel nothing but misery.

Tell me this is all a dream, This can not be true.
We were supposed to go get coffee Ally, Like we would always do.

I guess God needed her, So he took her away.
It's just not fair to me, I had so much more to say.

I hope she is not suffering anymore, I hope her disease has past.
I hope she has no more pain, Now the memories must last.

So rest in peace my angel, You will truly be missed.
I just didn't think the last time I saw you, I'd give you my last kiss.

~ Untitled - Written by Allyson Joyce in 2006 ~
A sad reminder of addiction's struggle.

It's just another day to live through the pain,
Another day that every thing's just the same.

It's just another hit to the face,
Another story filled with lies and disgrace.

It can't make me fall if I'm already down,
It's just another day when it's all around.

It's just one more lie on top of them all,
It's just another day I'm too weak to stand tall.

Just another day I'll try to forgive and forget,
Just another day I'll live to regret.

Just another day I want to crumble to dirt,
Just another day but I'm getting used to the hurt.

Untitled, Written by Allyson Joyce on 10/14/99
Just turning 13 yrs old Ally had wisdom beyond her years. I think this is written about her Aunt Pat who Ally loved dearly and felt her loss greatly.

We shared our smiles, we had good times,
From 10 year old gossip, to nursery rhymes.

But with the good, also came the bad,
Those happy warm memories, suddenly got sad.

Then and there I felt a part missing,
There was a hole in my heart,
My dreams had all been shattered,
My hopes all riped apart.

I didn't like the idea you were gone, and that you were away so far,
but I realized God took you in his hands,
Because you'd be happier where you are.

I tried to patch up the hole, working day by day,
I learned you can't mend a broken heart, but things will get okay.

And this you may not know, and though you may not see,
I know you're my Angel, looking over me.

Written by Allyson Joyce, dated simply 2002

~ It's OK to cry ~

I learn a brand new lesson, just about every day
But I think themost important is crying is OK.

Sometimes people tend to smile, when they want to pout,
But sometimes it's better, If you let it all out.

Things can get real bad, when you want to run away and hide,
But things are even worse, when you keep them locked inside.

A friend came up to me once, while my head was hanging low,
And this dear friend taught me, something I needed to know.

She taught me that when you're upset, and you just want to die,
She told me that sometimes, It's OKAY to cry.