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  Mar 2018 FreeMind
Alex
Art
She was drawn up on a piece of paper.
Every line placed with perfection in mind.
Carefully folded with a beautiful uniqueness.
A new kind of origami.
A new kind of art.
  Mar 2018 FreeMind
Traveler
Transitions
Forced upon our psyche's
From treading water
To riding lightning
The changes can be
Somewhat frightening

Spent my days
In a cage
Fighting off a world of rage
Stronger and stronger
I became
Desensitized and now I'm lame
Smote I did to survive
Just to live another life
Where truth is hidden
In despair
I can never truly be free
From there...
Traveler Tim
FreeMind Mar 2018
When I was young, my mother promised me that tears could wash away my pain.
That no matter how much They brought me down, everything would turn out to be okay.

This lie was planted inside of me and grew roots that were unwilling to let go of my organs.
The tinny seed proceeded to expand across my body, joining in with my blood veins.
It clung on to me so tight, that most nights I spent long hours just trying to catch simple bits of breaths.

Several years passed and despite the consequences, I still choose to believe in this lie.
That I am worth something, That things will only get better, That time heals, and That they are only mean because they are jealous.

As if it were that simple.
Life is merely a deceiving game of those in power and of those in need of it.
Those left behind are consulted by the melody of triumph that they believe is played for them.
If only they knew that life is not that simple.

How can we say that we are more than simply animals, when all we do is loathe the existence of those better than us?
How can we say that we are superior, when all we are filled with is disgust and envy?

But maybe we are not all like that?
And maybe that is why the so-called "lie" continues to spread its roots inside of me.
Maybe there is still Hope for our nation to reunite and stand together as one whole.

I would like to believe in such Hope.
Because maybe this "lie"... will be diminished of its undignified title.



-FreeMind
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  Mar 2018 FreeMind
She Writes
She can’t tell who will leave
and who will stay.
Instead she chooses
To push them all away.

Being vulnerable
Is her greatest fear.
Her heart is too guarded
To let someone near.

So scared to be loved
Afraid to trust.
If she is broken again
She may crumble to dust.
  Mar 2018 FreeMind
Pagan Paul
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I thought of you the other day,
saw your face and kindly laughed.
Remembering how we used to play,
and cried at the times now passed.

The clock ticks, and tocks.
But strangely with no sound.
There is a timely silence,
now that you are not around.
My heart aches and cries,
but strangely without a tear.
There is a brutal loneliness,
now that you are not here.

Do you ever think of me,
see my face and kindly smile?
Lose yourself in my memory,
and linger on the thought awhile?



© Pagan Paul (2016)
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