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An origamist took my heart,
folded it into a thousand pieces
and then called it art.

By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
some
    people
          throw
             around
                 words,
                      that
                          others
                               consider
                        ­             precious...
Words like "princess, darling, love, sweetheart", etc. i feel are meant to be for someone you love in a relationship way. Nowadays, everyone seems to consider everything cliche, but honestly they are precious.
woe
it seems that lately i've been feeling not like myself,
there's been more ebb than flow

so i've decided to do something about it,
and i just thought you should know

i'm going to start dressing better,
really let myself glow

get to know the people i see everyday,
and let my personality show

this is something i never would have thought,
to do a few years ago

it will be hard considering my social skills,
have developed quite slow

this decision for a long time was something that i owe-
myself, and i believe it's time for me to finally take a go
make a change i've wanted for a long time and make it so

will this decision finally give me the ability
to escape this depression and finally throw-
out all this negativity and this endless *woe
December 9, 2014

forty
Loving you broke my heart,

But I can't love any other way.
We are all into this together
Yet, thoughts are fragmented
Creating innumerable islands
No one willing to extend support
Bound with invisible constraints
After years, unable to move
Cloistered, with deformed soul
There is an eternal drought
When devoid of emotions
My heart is
fragmented
but you fill the
empty spaces
All questions can be answered
All answers can be questioned
Major source of
food for thought 
for poets
appears to be
natural love 
and lovely nature
What the hell have you done to me
You're all that I can
see
think
breath

What the hell have you done to me
You've warped my
dreams
pains
and reality

What the hell have you done to me
You've changed me
so that my mind
will never
be at
ease
13w
Smoking, Drinking, Drugs
Choose your poison they say
Well my poison is
**love
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