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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 ...

Eclipse



Looking through you..
Wasn’t over.
But it got easy..
When you looked over.
Right where you were..
Right where you at.
Hitting all the steps..
Falling flat.
The hands that touched..
Now had scratch marks.
The spark had smudged..
Leaving thoughts dark.
A scintillating ray..
Did fade it’s way.
The voice that calm..
Now fetched an alarm.
The reflection of your soul..
Made a fool.
Your words..
Now obscure.
Dangerously wounded..
Feeling offended.
A mockery alluring..
Self inflicting.
A win of destiny..
Lost fate to irony. 
Shadows turned against..
While truth appears tinted.
Moment flips..
And belief carves an eclipse.

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