Back and forth

I cross my heart and hope to be resurrected Rise up above Sheol for the paradise He created For me to see that there’s nothing greater on this earth For me to be free from malice and lustful mirth I was a pawn of the world a victim to shiny things I scratched my palms …

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Duality

In the realm of poetry everything is something else her smile, a rainbow his laugh, an orchestra her eyes, a reason to live his touch, a shock-wave But pain remains hurtful not a pit of darkness and love if always beautiful not a drug induced high Yet, sometimes love is painful and some people love …

Odd world

Well, the pain sorta seems deeper than one. It may be a little bit slower, But I'm still breathing. It may have lost its lustre, But I still see the world around me Truth is, but I don't want it to be. They sound out of pitch, Yet the birds keep singing. It sorta faded, even …

Imperfection: My jumbled thoughts on the family unit

A perfect humanity eludes us. Simply because of compartmentalized emotions. Some feelings were never necessary for some, as the person arranged by society to love them was not around. They never had a sister who they could tease, protect, console and confide a secret in.  Annoyed the neighbors and conversed the grand scheme of life with. Got …