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Don't let yourself be silent
to all those people
in your life that push you
to yourself be true.

Imperfect is the perfect humanity,
no matter what society may say,
to other your true self,
you should convey.

Be free
of the chains of comparison
of the tight ropes of judgment
and listen not
to the screams of the blind and stupid!

Even though you say you can't,
it is just something
your mind is saying
don't let your mind
be the chain that envelopes
your heart to boundaries!

Why you should care about
what society think or says?
Do they dictate your life?
Are they the ones who made you?
Are they the ones that succeed
when you succeed?
Are they the ones who suffer?
when you suffer?

So don't listen
to the cry of the stupid,
and blind,
listen to your own heart,
don't let your true being fall apart,
follow the path you are on
follow until your dawn.

Because although you think
that this is your darkest hour,
just stand *****
unrelenting
and unstoppable
because only after
the darkest hour is done
from the east may come the sun.
For anyone lost, questioning, or just confused. Be true to yourself, if society finds it weird or strange, whose fault is it? Yours because you are the way you are? And unable to change that, or society, for deciding that you the way you are, is not fit, to take on the world like others.

"RAISE YOUR GLASS IF YOU ARE WRONG IN ALL THE RIGHT WAYS."
-P!NK
Dont leave me here
wont you listen to me?
Why dont you care
do you even think
you lied
but i forgave you
what more do you want from me?
I'm trying my best to show you that i love you
but thats not what you think
please
stop ignoring me
wont you listen to the words i speak
I forgive you
realize it and come talk to me
*please
 Jan 2017 Beauty Without Eyes
ryn
The box remained shut.
His fingers probe but with invisible eyes.
Finding the clasp that had forgotten the last time.
With the lid pried open,
the dancer would soon arise.

•••••

As expected, she rose...
Accompanied by a tune, truly a haunting sound.
She slid and pirouetted.
She fulfilled the promise to which she was bound.

Her routine was well rehearsed.
She embodied the music, as it carried her.
It mattered not if it was for a single audience.
She cared not if there was no other.

She performed like she might never again,
she inhaled the moment like it was her last.
She sung the song silent like she always would,
she embraced her dance like sail unto mast.

Then the melody slowed,
as the tension in the spring
played itself unwound.
This day for her, had drawn to a close...
But renewed hope for a new one is found.

•••••

He hesitated before resting the lid upon its case.
He caressed his dancer as his eyes start to smart.
His ears would yearn for the song in his head...
He would surely miss the dancer in his heart.

But he knows
when days grow dark
and filled with strife.
The music box lies ready...
And his dancer will again
come to life.
I am not starved
but*
Heartbreaks are all I eat
That's why I have a
malnourished soul
Honestly i cried,
those feelings cut me deep inside.
I tried my best to keep you alive,
but in the end,
don't we all die?
I've thought about it a lot,
the thought of my fall,
but whenever you're near,
i can't help but want to continue it all.
You bring me such happiness and so much more.
I just wish i could do the same,
for the one i want everything for.
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