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HERE SOME OTHER POETRIES
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I dreamed a dream,
That might have flown away anywhere,
I threw a web stream,
That might have torn from somewhere.
I stared thoroughly,
To get through it all once again,
I kept my eyes steady,
To make myself remain there.
I aspired to an aspiration,
That might fade away,
I stumbled on the path,
That might keep me far away.
~🖤✨️
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The world is too cruel
to allow no mistakes.
The margin of error
is where I survive,
where I learn to forgive myself
for being human,
for needing more time.
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Once upon a time, all I saw were sun rays brushing
the golden of my dwelling but now I know all faults,
all indiscretions, all failures are magnified.
The perfect masterpiece is in my view,
floating lights in my vision as it covers the flaws
and what changes every fortnight you might ask,
wondering if my lens is jaded.
All I can say is,
I have started noticing flaws,
found the shades of the shadows inside of me.
~🖤✨️
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As long as you see what you choose,
you'll skip the prizing eyes skimming
your skin appraising you for their delight,
you'll take the gaze as an admiration.
As long as you comprehend what you choose,
you'll take those who linger in
their pursuit to be ones who adore you.
As long as you decide to ignore the intent
you'll live by crumbs of pretty word
and suffocate under hidden malice.
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Who Had I Been Fooling?
I sat at a table across from sins.
I watched all that was done and displayed,
in the acts of things I said I could never be,
I was the great spectator.
I told myself that as long as I kept my heart right,
it didn't matter what my eyes saw.
Across the table from sins I sat.
I heard all that was spoken,
in the words that had wounded my ears,
I was a keen listener.
I told myself that as long as I still could
discern from right and wrong,
it didn't matter what I heard.
I sat at a table across from sins.
I participated in the laughter and
words that were spoken,
in the sight of things I disagreed with,
I was a distinct participant.
I told myself that as long as I kept my composure
and only said a few that were right,
it didn't matter where I was.
What had I known to have been certain
I knew right from wrong?
Who was I to have said
it hadn't mattered?
How long had I lived to have believed
I was already who I could be?
The moment I proceeded my way out,
that which I experienced
was all my mind began playing.
And when I spoke,
the words didn't sound like mine.
And when I began to think,
my thoughts were stringed to all
I've seen.
And when I began to act,
it was the things I never thought
I could do.
The truths I knew became blurred with uncertainty.
I became certain on perhaps
and probability.
Only I knew how much I had
been affected.
But I had to go on pretending
that I hadn't become the things
I was surrounded by.
I told myself that as long as I didn't have to show it,
it didn't matter who I've become.
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