crushed

Being crushed…

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Is like a magnificent diamond,

shattering into fragments,

tiny, deadly,

each shard piercing you till

little black box

As dark clouds roll by and thunder stills

as the sun wins its battle and rainfall cease

a rainbow emerges

and kids point and laugh and scream joyfully.

an endless cycle

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taking off my shoes

on the balcony

i stood at the edge

gazing down below me

bustling streets

Tormented Forgiveness

A poem on the torment in forgiving

Years have gone past;
my memory is fading
But amidst the fog,
it pieces itself together.
It endures all the times I scribbled,
the times I smeared.
They are the parts I crushed,
the parts I buried.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

there is far too much in my heart
that there is nothing in my head
it may hurt me to think of you 
but it shall kill me to think about you

poem of my life

I stare at the mounting darkness looming over me,

watching, staring, smirking,

knowing the pain it causes me,

My inner turmoil.

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optimism

optimism is bright yellow sun and light blue sky that stretches on forever. optimism smells like you’re standing in an endless field of flowers, and because you’re optimistic, you choose to ignore the bees.

optimism is searching for a patch of sunlight after a heavy storm. it tells…