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Imagine big,
write well
and never
loose sight of yourself
I
call out
to the heavens
but get no answer
They're called dreams because that's all they will ever be
words that are said are colourless and odourless,
we cannot touch, nor see them.
words that we type and write can be seen but not heard; and they still remain odourless.
But it's the words that we say and type, that cause the eyes to feel as though they're holding the seven seas; and the body to feel as though it has been hit by several guns.
These words blur the hearts rhythm and freeze the body, whilst the mind wonders where it's meant to go.
And where actions are combined with such words, death sounds so lively and oh so fun, to be at peace, to be whole, to be one. To finally feel happiness in our eyes, and love in our hearts, to feel joy in our body and excitement in our blood, to feel emotion in our brain, to feel peace, and not so insane. Hearing such words, can make death our life, and life our death.
we are often taught, to be careful of the monsters.
From a very young age, they were what we hid from, under our duvets.
but who was to know, all those years ago, that we are the monsters, and the monsters are us.
He is the monster, that only wants you for ***;
She is the monster that doesn't see your worth;
They are the monsters that make you feel life is not worth living;
And we are the monsters, that corrupt society.
Although these monsters may make us feel worthless, we must not forget the worst monster of them all.
You are the monster.
You are the monster that doubts your dreams;
You are the monster that allows failure to succeed;
You are the monster who thinks you are worth nothing;
You are the monster, to make him use you;
You are the monster, who burnt your own worth;
You are the monster, that wants to commit your own ******;
You are the monster, that corrupts society.

But why? whoever said monsters can't be good?
You can also be the monster who is kind;
You can be the one who knows their worth;
You can be the one who reaches their dreams;
You can be the monster, who continues, despite the failures;
You are amazing.

Be the good monster.
Trolls and moles, this way did pass
But they can all, kiss my ***
I’ve neither maligned nor defamed
And am surprised, to be blamed
But, I bear no malice or intent
I’m only left, with this putrid scent
BOEMS BY JA 576
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