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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 ...

Rainy Day

Walking back..
On a rainy day..
My coat drenched..
In running water.
Unknowingly splashed laughter..
Are my shoes on the puddle.
A puppy tried to cuddle..
Held my umbrella avoided the muddle.
Gladly acknowledging..
As I smudged right next to her.
My eyes ran into..
Colorful petals left off by the peddler..
Made me think will they ever wish to be a flower again..
Cause with glory comes bitterness and pain.
A knocked out homeless..
Is glad that showers are harmless.
But food will be sparse..
As forbidden becomes wasted morsel.
There’s a girl who sits down pale..
Waiting is difficult..
But endless defeat meets the cult.
Piping hot coffee..
As dancing the smokes fly..
A cookie breaks into two..
And I share it with you.
Nodding in agreement is kindness..
Whimpering sits the penniless..
How I wish to break through !

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