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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 ...

The Pen That Wrote

The pen that wrote something

about a girl who fell in love

while swinging alone

as she flew to the top

cracking laughter to her bone


The pen that was impolite

as it wrote something 

about a night

as unfortunate fight

just lost the hindsight

of a woman

struggling to sleep right after


The pen that wrote something

about a traveler

that runs into a dark cave

and encounters a monster

that digs deep into her eyes

finding the real meaning 

behind her wandering rave


The pen that broke in anger

when it tried to write 

what it does not

want to

but wants to tell the story that people

should listen to..


The pen that draws a dagger

while it tears apart

the hands that write

a merciless

encounter with a little girl

that goes out of sight

as she mentions 

she has no right

nor can fight

as she wants food for hunger


The pen that saw

a bloody massacre 

as guns were fired

without reason

taking away shelters

scaring away humanity

bitter assassins 

empty civilians 

and a road that never

opened to freedom



*Dedicated to real journalism

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