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We* all have weights on our shoulders
                                                       ­ so
Why *discriminate
people for their weight?
We all have fats in our body
so why single out and point at that plump person
just to have a good laugh ?
                                                       or
Are you so insecure of yourself?
There are only two types of people in the world;
those who are happy and those who are miserable.
So don't look at our physical weight,
look at our tired shoulders
who have been carrying our emotional weight.
i am also human. Let's all learn to be less judgmental ;)
i wanna feel
like i can go anywhere
like the world is my playground
and not my prison

i want to feel free
to see the open road in front of me
driving somewhere
anywhere but here
while covered in a sheen of sweat
the windows rolled down
letting the warm summer air
drift in and out of the car
my heart feeling light in my chest
i could fly away
i could do anything. . .
-marcesibleghost Jun 2014
Some people choose to live a fictional fantasy, their own world.
While others choose to live in the bitter reality, as it feeds on their blood.
Tonight I choose to break away from both, some other voices are calling.
And that was the moment I saw poison creep in through the cracks of my safest haven.
My safest haven was paper-made, now washed away by the tender droplets of rain.

Where am I to go?
No place to call home.
As cold as my first sin, I chose to disappear.

How or why or when?
Only God can answer you to that.
Because sadly, I no longer have any control leading my own head.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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