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The world is a weird place
First it compels you to change yourself
And then when you do change yourself
It criticizes you for changing yourself!!!
  Mar 2016 Musfiq us shaleheen
A Lopez
What is a poeta
If they can't speak
Their thoughts.
What is a poeta
If their soul is
Bought.
What is a poeta
If they censor
Their words.
What is a poeta-
Ones voice who
Is heard.
What is a poeta?
Me and you.
Poesía can't
Be silenced,
We're not from
This world, were
Different, were
Truth.
-

my
face
is a
mud
flat
cracking
in the
lines
around
my
eyes

my
eyeballs
are
dusty
and
my
forehead
i­s a
boulder
defeated
by the
Sun

whole
craggy
mountain
ranges
inhabit
my
cheeks

and
my
m­ind
is a
patch
of
beavertail
cactus
scrubby
as
tumbleweed
in
a

barbed

­wire

fence
I consider oblivion,
I contemplate my way down memory lane,
I trigger in more information about you,
But what I cannot bear is the devil inside you,

Your inner conscience,
Your words that pierce through my heart,
What is it about your ego?
Do you know how much I've been scarred?

Your intentions keep surprising me,
Convulsions elude my brain,
I make attempts to fathom our conversations,
Such delirium increments,

Vandalized heart,
Aggravated soul,
I have been incurred to err a lot,
But you are so far the worst mistake I have ever made.
You are the dream of my sleepless nights.
Insanity beckons me forth into its arms.
Silent and motionless
Eyes wide and painful
Staring longingly into the abyss.
Searching endlessly for rest…just a moments rest.
I found no comfort in my bed last night.
No peaceful rejuvenation in slumber.
Only maddening laughter echoing in my mind.
…Just a moments rest.
Focus on the pain.
Let the laughter overtake you.
Release your grip on reality
Slip silently into the tortured realms of the insomniac.
Sweetest of dreams to you, my friend.
Pray you never wake up
My heart frail and doltish,
Misled me in my own destruction,
My life traumatized and shackled,
Its like I'm paralyzed,

The tragic sentiments i receive from people,
The forced smile that creeps on my face,
This is so hard to take in,
Why ask and then torment when you know already that its not okay?
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