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 Dec 2018 Pauper of Prose
Medusa
if you only knew
how I feel when I see
your face, the only one
I ever learned in a day

if you knew, then what?

the landmarks all there
but not my hand,
only your face
for a camera

if you knew my mind
as you seem to at times
what is left to say

but come & find some
way towards me
where I will be kneeling
in the desert at moonrise
and in the sea at sunset

facing towards where you last
walked away but having no
memory for that time

only new mind for more
it's a completely different
evolution for us

nothing is impossible
now
just this, in the dreamtime
She
refuses
To reside
Inside
anyone’s
Solace
Especially
her own
She’s a
rare rose
With
the thorns
Still attached
She walks
a fine line
Somewhere
Along the line
Between pain
And fine wine
She always
found the time
And
Courage
To shine
You, yes You.... you have the strength of ten men , although not always easy ..... You keep standing for the win... You’re indeed a rare rose,  at times..... unaware!
I am tired of the world judging me
because of my petty weirdness
I am tired of making fake promises
I am tired of pretending like everything makes sense
I am tired of kissing the devil's face
and climbing up hell's fence
I am tired of lying about being depressed
I am really super stressed and i have lost my faith
I feel like there's dynamite inside my chest!
with declining health
in peace I'll rest...
I want to be alone
in my zone-
i sing a song...
I want to be alone
as my inner personalites get along-
smoke a ****...
I want to be alone
Rolling stone-
There's nothing wrong...
I want to be alone
Screaming "I DONT NEED THE WORLD!"
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