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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 ...

Absurd

A vulture to the rescue..
What’s ahead looks obscure.
Ravens nibbling fortitude..
As soul defines solitude.
What is meant to be..
Turns out mayhem.
Spiders crawling benign..
Pointing towards a sign.
The world seems compressed..
In each other’s distress.
A walking stick..
Into the sturdy wall.
Blind folded..
Yet heavily molded.
What is meant to be..
Needs to realize.
What it’s disguise is all about..
Belief is ambiguous..
Self pity is preposterous.
The paws build a grip..
Too cautious to flip.
Ripping open the gut..
Pounces until it’s shut.
Travel past weird..
Begins the land of absurd.

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