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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

The Broken Shadow




Darker as it can get..

The lonelier it felt.
Deeper as it can penetrate..
Painful was this to reiterate.
Scary are the pathways.. 
Never ending the castaway.
Emerging triumphant..
Despite loosing the quotient. 
Try is the solace..
When love makes the embrace.
Impersonating solitude..
And a dying attitude. 
A voice underneath the screech..
Leaving unkind words as a figure of speech.
What’s visible is unadvisable.. 
But it’s reasons are amicable.
Resistance is power..
Being delinquent is sustainable.
Coward is the mind by design..
Overcoming every passion to resign.
Poignant seems wisdom..
Elegant still freedom.
The pursuit of desire..
Burning souls spit fire.
Smoke furious flaring out as they bow..
While sitting there calmly is the broken shadow.

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