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~Depression plants suicidal seeds, don’t copy hate, instead do good deeds~

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Rhythm and rhyme beats in the heart
Forming musical inspiration in a creative art
Beauty from pain
It lies within, as rainbows bleed a colorful stain
Razor marks tattooed on the skin
Is this a sign or a committed sin?
Learn from past, live the present
Don’t be a suicidal mocking bird who always laments
Copying others, with suicide entwined in imagination
Bleed the pen, and brightly color in your blank emotion
Represent a leader
You were born a survivor
Revolutionary options are provided for you to excel
Grow wings, spread them, and fly beyond this living hell
Skidding across icy obstacles
Wishing for miracles
Live your dream
Let the dying razor scream
No more suicidal mockingbird
Let hopefulness be today’s most used word
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This is such an old poem but I thought I'd share.
 Apr 2015 Lexander J
Wa Wa
Boxhome.
 Apr 2015 Lexander J
Wa Wa
One day, I will build
a home made of cardboard,
a small enclosure
set on the vacant lot
located at the corner of
Fate Street.
Pedestrians will pass me by
as they gawk at my home,
a spacious two square foot mansion.
It might be slightly drafty
in the winter,
or perhaps need a fan
in the summer,
but no one can deny
if I will be happy –
perhaps a cardboard box
is all I need.
dreams long lost
swirl around me

in the shade of Arjuna
winds sing a lullaby.

they never die
bide their time
in the cave of eye
neath layer of rhyme

don't the rustles fall silent
yet canopy of new leaves
grow above

crave the same firmament
and away from old griefs
seek new love?


in the winds' murmur
i would never touch them
the seemingly lost dreams

but quietly in the hopes' harbor
rekindle their flickering flame

and let flow in endless streams.
i'm struggling to come back, falling in love more with the drift.
Arjuna, a tree found in rural Bengal.
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