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Patterns, shapes and colours
Like clothes.

Like clothes
Somehow not all people
Are shaped like talented models
We are ashamed.

We are ashamed
Of our many different colours
Not able to blend in;
Called-out like a sore thumb.

Called-out like a sore thumb
By that somebody; friend or foe
Who always sees the ugliest
Patterns telling these tales.

Patterns telling these tales
Of our lives and our destiny, maybe
Perhaps why we can never transplant;
Change our skin like clothes.
Frog jumping
across
the moon
of floating lilies
sees peonies
bloomed in her eyes
fell
into the mouth
of a carp
sleeping.
i can tell
there's something
breeding in me
i just cannot identify
the need
to quench
the constant thirst
addiction?
for muted nonsense
to fill my days
with
gibberish.
Like all wet clothes;
The body bleeds tears
Worn-out sleeves wrinkled
The soul awaits
The coming of its shriveled form.

To be hung up dry
Forgotten
Till the storms
Wash it into another journey
Of new dimensions.
His arms failed to reach around her wide lopsided smile.
Her mind played silly word games with her lisps
His feet tapped in no choreographed motion; ambiguity
Her tongue tastes wine with no knowledge
His fingers circled in absentminded anticipation
Her warmed hands circled in rubbing
His first dinner date
Her blind date
His date
Her
just whatever random stuff...
no..no..no...
with reluctance
became my favourite word..
i did not
carve myself
into
a chaotic mess of a Julia set
nor did i
speak
a labyrinth of crosswords.

i have
one of everything you have
and
two of everything you have
and yet
we are no mirror of each other;
but
my hands are extended
when your hands are not

as if
you were such a simpleton
the easiest book to be judged by its cover
and yet
you are such a simpleton
for
judging me by my cover
writing me off
before you read my contents..

please don't say
i'm weird...you were just lazy
to try
to solve this problem
to you
was complex like Julia set
build upon
thousands of crossword puzzle..
i can't count the number of people who don't understand me or don't even make the effort to understand me in my life, they think they know what's best..well whatever, probably i do not understand them as well ?
Only the numerous wild flowers did notice her enigmatic beauty.
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