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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 ...

Sunflowers

Did bloom.
Right outside the window.
Of a room.
That was hidden...
Left empty and gloom.
Yellowish floral.
Like shiny coral.
Tricky when they danced.
Leaving behind a shadow...
Reflecting in the room.
That somehow.
Looked lost in some heirloom.
Childish flatter.
Collided flutter.
Seldom did utter.
Yet standing polite.
When darkness did follow.
Cautiously inside this room.
That knocked sanctity to its doom.
Right in front were those eyes.
That was caught up with too soon.
Unusually bright were the flowers that noon.
Only to be blamed later on.
For someone gone.
As steps were heard.
Retreating from the room.
That today stands empty and gloom..
And for the very reason refuses to bloom.

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