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Strength does not just exist,
It grows over time,
And if you poison the soil,
It will never transcend grime.

Flowers spring up when nurtured,
But wither away when left alone;
Winter will **** them also,
This has been continually shown.

The process needs the right environment,
Or it will never be completed.
And as you pick yourself up from the dirt,
You will wonder why you are always defeated.
Babbling like a fool,
Proving myself a tool,
I see judgment in those eyes,
I know I am despised.

My mouth closes then,
This is not my friend.
They think I am dumb,
I feel oh so numb.

Mouth, know your place,
It is inferior, like your face.
Please, get in line,
That disdain is a sign.

Speaking is not meant for me,
I am a total freak.
They know it on sight,
My chest is so tight.

Put me out of my suffering,
Their judgment is puncturing.
Their eyes are deadly blades,
I wish that I could fade.
I don't think any of these thoughts are good, and I'm not trying to spread negativity to readers of this poem. I'm simply portraying the thoughts that cross my mind when I am put into social situations.
I sit in my chair studying the mirror-
starring at the figures outside the square.

Day by day the world changes outside your gates.
May, June, and July dancing while they pass by.

The birds singing to the morning bells-
ringing a spell in the ears of farewells.

The houses are filled with life-
telling stories of family glories.

The world is different through your eyes.
I feel hidden from creation-
not touched by fiction.

Is this an illusion
or is it just me being human?

To many times,
I have confessed my sins by your side.

Too often,
they are forgotten.

Do you even notice the hand print stains upon your face?
Or the blackened space were my tears have fallen?

For even a priest will send me with lie,
or release me with a goodbye.

Your two sided eyes
reflect your two sided mind.

You show me a reality
without the apple tree.

You blind me with jewels
and take me for a fool.

No longer will I sit and stare at the underworld.
For the flames may be there, but I rather taste it in the air.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
What do you believe in, all on your own?
Stocks, family, love in your home?
Do you question who you are and why you do?
Or do you sit glassy eyed before the tube?
Though I wish ignorance, it will never come,
So question yourself until you've won!
Won what?
Why, your humanity.
Why you should, and continue to be.
And if you stop unable to find one
Then you're in danger, for your worth is none.
No reason to live, your works tally to zero,
When you die, no shout of, "Qualis artifex pereo!"
Qualis artifex pereo - Emporer Nero's Last words translated to, " what an artist dies in me"
 Apr 2016 Squid the Russell
Love
I feel like I've forgotten how to breathe. Like the wave is coming down on me and I've forgotten how to swim.
A man
Takes care of his gal.
A man
Takes a stand and fights down and out.
A man
Supports his babies and wife.
A man
Does what's needed,the protector of what's right.
A man
Kisses his ******* her head.
A man
Brings flowers no matter living or dead.
A man
Can listen and not just hear my tone.
A man
Makes me warm, not freeze me to the bone.
A man
Is always here, never leaving me alone.
A man
Is noone here,
I'm
Waiting
By
The
Phone
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