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Some poets
mislead
you.

"Don't give up"
is written
by those who write
"Leave when it hurts."

They
confuse
you.

Leaves change
colors
with seasons.

Poets
write
accordingly.

Sometimes,
they behave
homeless.

Poems are fake.
They write in
masks.

People say
beautiful
things.

But they
don't follow
them

They knew
they are
wrong.

Poetry is
not a philosophy.
It's only a confused
poet's diary.

So don't read
poetry.
Or atleast,
don't take them serious.
Ofcourse I wrote this in mask.
Read more poetry, this world needs them.
Lake of confusion
Never did you send flowers
Sky weeps in sadness
I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.
If birth control pills could give a buzz
"Unwanted" pregnancy would no longer be a
Problem
I dreamt
I was soft

and could be changed
squeezed into molds

to be formed into
something else

something valued
something desired
something created

by the soft hands
of someone with

an imagination
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