Blown beliefs; Show the doorway
Shattered thoughts litter the floor
Lost confidence.
Motionless my pen drips on faded paper
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Long before I was born;
It existed in nascent form.
Supple yet strong;
It stayed with me all along.
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Let me steal the whispers frozen in
the space between the heated skins;
waiting to ride the night’s swing that shall
reach the dark skies that hold my stars.
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Colors and colors around
Colors I see, colors surround
Colors speak a colorful sound
The breath they take are colorful too
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The little tear,
the cloud just shed
Gravity placed
On my forhead
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Glinting edge of the blade; shone bright
despite the absence of light.Bit blunt now,
that it has cut many a strings;
In the name of religion.
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I see it rise everyday, like a tiny dot
that climbs up in your morning eyes
to become a spark. The night's curls
melt in a soft surrender to your pink.
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What shall remain of a man?
The memories of his laughter or
Things woebegone.
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I am tree,
But not free
My stem is being;
Cut by forces of modernization
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