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A, B, C, D,
What do these really mean?

Dear me,                                      
Look what you've done,
More to yourself,
Left from little to none, and yet,
You rely on you small conscious,
Hoping to find your way,
Now, don't be cautious,
You chose to stay,
So now,
You got a price to pay,
And what did you say,
....Well?


As soon as the words would come out,
The words would retract,
As they would react, on the inside,
To make it so simple to describe yourself,
So simple that,
You could use every single letter in the alphabet,
Starting from A through Z,

Shall we?
Let's start with the letter A,
First off you're an ********
,
Thinking you were doing things for the better, yet,
You were only doing it for yourself,
You didn't care how people felt,
If it wasn't you,
There would be no one else,
And who else? Other than you,
But it was you,
The one that, *everyone
would come to,
Finding out what was right,
What was wrong,
Man, please,
You act as if you knew how to write,
But you let your feelings come way too strong,

Now, let's move along,
How about to the letter B?
You sorry *** *****,
Yeah, that's right, I called you a female dog,
You mad bro? Cause I see it in your diary log,
Talking about the next one,
And then some,
Plus, all the ones that hurt your feelings,
Saying that, "Oh, it's not my fault!",
When you knew,
You obviously, knew that,
One was not your default,
But you knew that...
Didn't you?
Okay, so  I'm going to possibly put this into a four-part poem. I wrote this a while back but, I'm bringing this to public now as along with a few others that will be coming soon to a poet near you ;).  I will explain it in each part, but have you ever felt so negative about yourself you had to write about it? Every single detail that people recognize about you as well as you recognize about yourself? But trust me, there's a surprise at the end.

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Trilla™
Jevon Cuthbert
"Now tell me, what do you see?"
"It's dark... I'm scared."
"Now now, don't be afraid...
Just breathe,
Now. Tell me...
What do you see?"

If one knew the secrets behind the door,
Would you lead them to the truth?
Or would that be misleading,
Tell me, that,
This is not what I'm believing,

"I see... a mirror."
"Good, good... Now, what do you see in that mirror."

It was strange, the way I looked in the mirror,
It was like... I wasn't even there,
With nothing behind me,
There was a clock,
With a quick glance,
The bell struck,
And by chance,
It was the strangest time to ring,
I looked back and saw nothing,
And just like before,
Nothing ahead of me,
Nothing behind me,
I was alone,

"I don't see anything."
"Clear your mind, and think about something that'll make you happy."

As it dripped down from my face,
I couldn't help but gasp for air,
For the room was encased in blood,
There were no bodies,
No remains,
As I looked for someone,
At least somebody around me,
It was the thought that still remained,

At this point, no words came out,
I wanted nothing more than to shout,
But what was even worse was,
There's was no longer a voice in my mouth,

"What makes you happy...son.
Son! Wake up!"


"Just breathe,
Now. Tell me....
What do you see?"


Back again, and there was this mirror,
But then again it couldn't be any clearer,
Except this time it was behind me,
In front of me was the clock,
And with a quick glance,
The bell struck,
It was 6,
And by chance,
It was the strangest time to ring,
For behind me,
The mirror began a faint ring,
My reflection was still facing towards the clock,
But in front of myself,
Blood dripped down one's face,
And the room started to encase in blood,
I was in that room,
And the last thing I remember,
When I was in that room,
The clock simply read,
3:14
This one has a little twist to it. Interpret it however you want but the story goes like this.

I am sitting with a therapist who is trying to understand what goes on okay my life, but before I know it, his hypnosis puts me in a coma and I slowly die in my sleep. Because I usually don't sleep. I find 3:14 a very interesting time. So whether the session was suppose to be an early morning or afternoon thing. It's crazy how time was still ticking even though it stopped within reflections. Hence how life lives in dimensions. Hope you enjoy!

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Trilla™
Jevon Cuthbert
Who knew,
You could only be,
So
                                          Far
            ­                                                                 ­     Away,
Yet, so close to me,
Who knew you could be so,
Distant

Then again,
No... This is so unlike of me,
To try something new,
It's unlike my specialty,
It's not my story,
It was never me writing,
There was always another side,
There was,
Another,
Someone who told the differences,
From the difference,
Only knowing that it was different,
And who would've known that,
Unlike being able to show what was,
Different,
It wouldn't be the same...
Do you get how different that is?
When you're simply trying to know the name,
You don't even know if it's actually his,
But who is?
He,
He is,
Me,
But how can I be him when he stands in front of me,
Telling me the same thing,
And this was no mirror,
That showed my own reflection,
No, this was my own confession,
And it hurt me inside...
To know that through every pain and tear,
It was him,
And that was,
The Truth
After not being able to write in so long, there were too many things running through my head. It was time to let go.

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Trilla™
Jevon Cuthbert

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