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Mazzy Ram Feb 2017
Slowly I am
        wiping the mirrors
   discerning the recurrent reflective reality
   witnessing the frivolously furtive fears
              Maybe finally I can
              let go of those years
              swallowing your sins
              as mine
                          robbing me from my own
home.
Mazzy Ram Feb 2017
Curly wool
laugh but don’t sing
sing but don’t cry
cry but don’t sheep
shadow but don’t lead
lead but don’t sweep
sweep but don’t treat
treat and sing
dance and twirl
dwell on the ride
Don’t forget the wool
  Sep 2016 Mazzy Ram
Bethlehem
Mother watching me with piercing  cold eyes, your dreams for me were nothing but lies.

Mother suffocating me with your so called love and expectations, my lungs are dying like cancer patients.

Mother who is ever so wise, I've lived my life for you in disguise.
Turning into what I hated, till my lies became too complicated.

Mother am flowed I will be the first to admit, but you are the real hypocrite.
What do you see when you look at me? am not the once fraile girl you knew me to be.

Mother who wastes my youth without care, there only so much a person can bare.
I hear you laughter in my head, it is a sound that I've come to dread.

Mother you gave me the precious gift of life, but all your words cut like a knife.
Why do you hate me? do I remind you of everything you wanted to be.

Mother who feeds on my anger and
Frustration, Like a hunger stricken nation.
Nothing I will ever do will be good enough for you, I feel it in my heart It must be true.

Mother I know you only do what you think is best, that's why you made my life a test  

Mother it seems our worlds are destined to crash, leaving behind nothing but ash.
Mazzy Ram Sep 2016
Avoiding the mirror
is escaping
the reflection
The treasure chest
to all the shadows
A cauldron
of invaluable lessons
Mazzy Ram Sep 2016
Those
Sunny days
Nights with pleasant dreams
Gloomy days
Lonesome nights
Beaming light
Heartfelt rainy nights
Heavy disheartening mornings
Haunting nightfall
Patchy light
Unsteady darkness
Hide tide
Low tide
The feelings stewed towards
Others
What bittersweet seasons
Mazzy Ram Sep 2016
I constantly wonder
If my love for you
Still lives
It does indeed
Just not in the same way
I love your soul like no other
But it seems I must move on
For there is another
#love
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