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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 ...

It's The End Of A Nice Old Way

Of getting goose bumps.
It’s the end of a pathway..
Filled with yellow blossoms.
It’s the end of an essence..
That took your breath away.
It’s the end of childishness..
That was swiftly accomplishing.
It’s the end of a surreal surrender.
With little words to squander.
It’s the end of an imaginary effect..
With the magic squared away sooner.
It’s the end of the knock out moments..
Prolific emotions..
Gone with a single poof.

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