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Born Jun 2015
You and your never ending streak of flaws
I don't need bad lack to cater for my existence
I don't need someone who's contagious with hopelessness

That's what they call you
they forgot your name
and the very reason for your existence

just because you've had worse days
bitter,extremely sour moments
trembling flow of thoughts
like this stanza
they judge

that's all they do
without knowing that you bleed
that you suffocate
that sometimes words
deeds
cut Dipper
than a two edged sword
sigh!
Born Jun 2015
Some journeys needs to be walked alone
Born May 2015
This is it
am done singing insane tales

your going
your leaving

then be gone
leave before dusk



this is it
am done with the agonizing lies
am not your victim of fairy tales
and the lies that you feed as truth  

This is it
Take off your mask
I can see you for the monster you are

this is it
am done with your marvelous words
that slit throats
Born May 2015
Remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly
and clearly;
and listen to others, even the dull and
the ignorant; they too have their story.
  May 2015 Born
Deborah Brooks Langford
Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...
Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...
A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...
Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ..
Born May 2015
The silent,unsmiling face stares at me

father sat there
and me
across the table

We stared each other
blankly stared at each other

a thought crossed
should i say hi
should I say bye
maybe I should just cough


14 minutes 10 seconds
that's how long we've been having these conversation
of blank words

14 minutes 55 sec
you stood up
one hand  in your pocket

then you concluded
our 15 minutes conversation
your daring

that's it
you walked out

Our 15 min,wait
Our 15 centuries conversation
is over
your daring ,I've pondered enough


I've hated you longer than I can remember ,but this is the beginning of recognizing the 'probable' love you had for me
Born May 2015
Since a toddler
i was taught how to carry my own Cross
my own weight

So the hopes
the dreams
I left them on the pillow
.
.
.

In a world where
everyone is battling to tear you apart
love is an illusion

So at lest
let me be somebody
instead of a nobody
that all you crave for



I've been humble
courageous
and maintained my own cause
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