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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 ...

Owe

What do I owe the stars..                           
Shining brightly tonight,
Until tomorrow as they go out of sight.
What do I owe the moon..
That kissed me too soon,
Not knowing the fact,
that I wouldn’t be around until noon.
What do I owe the way..
That didn’t ever delay,
It’s course of dismay.
What do I owe the lie..
That gave out a sigh,
But it couldn’t resist why.
What do I owe the dark..
That made me loose,
Every path I tried to choose.
What I do owe..
From whatever I know,
Is that it’s all going to go..
Leaving the days to be sore,
And the nights shut behind the door,
Tripping on the floor..
Looking out for me,
As I cease to be around anymore.

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