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Troy Dec 2017
after I trusted you And finally gave it to you.
You broke it.. my heart .
you pulled and pushed me till I was in pieces .
Then you complained that I was broken... but you forgot to tell the truth .
That it was you breaking me..
My little
narcissist.
Troy Dec 2017
Can't sleep the rain is nice .
Cars passing 4th floor window is open
A couple is drunk laughing as they fumble for their keys..the rain is nice
My idea of a Haiku when I was in Seattle getting cancer treatment.
It really is a beautiful place..
Troy Dec 2017
I was broken and i stumbled  and i fell, all was taken in in a whisper, a moment in time never forgotten.
Only a story to tell...
Like a Phoenix born of the flames I rise above it to be released.
My life is new again in time the pain will end and memory's will cease.
life is strange that way. What more can I say .
take it all I will not fall.
my past you can have..
.I'm picking up the pieces from a broken mold..
tossing them in the flames ..
I choose a life I make for my self,,
And leave the shatterd pieces of my past to melt.
I am reborn stronger than before ..
amazed at my new world.
Eyes wide open, and the future knocking at my door....
I was broken once but not any more ..I choose me..
as I walk through life's  door.
My past is not my future.
.. I will not walk alone...
the world is new and beautiful....

remember me ..

I shall not stumble I will not fall.
I spread my wings and soar above it all ..
in the end I choose not to be filled with hate .
I have stumbled and I have fell.
In the end love prevails...
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Troy Dec 2017
Behind this smile, the mask I wear. Hides the scars where tears once fell..weighing me down i was drowning in a sea of pain...
.in the darkness Id hide my shame, the tears, the pain ..
there was a time the mask had fell...
the tears and pain she saw ,,I thought had made me weak ..
she saw me that day tears and all...she sat with me as the last would fall...
she looked deep into my eyes with compassion to my surprise..
she saw me then a broken man. Though she did not know me she took my hand..
she stood by my side ..this angel bearing all watched me die inside ..
her kindness and love i will never forget, her eyes so full of innocence.
This angel who knows me not...
sees me without my mask ..
she does not judge me but loves me as I am...
Friends Forever and always ,jazmin thank you..
Troy Dec 2017
Oh thy paradise of fear fraught with lasting woe,
did I request thee maker of clay to mould me man,

that i might know passion, love and hate by thy hands.

Only to stand against thy Hora, and thy manipulation, as you tortured my soul..

demons in your shadows, locked behind your doors,
we all have ours..

The fear of being broken and cracked , oh maker of clay...

Even in your cold  paradise so too is fear that waits..

Lost forever i might have been..

it was her light that saved me from your hands......my muse that dances on the sand..

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