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 Feb 11 Rhoni Marjonelle
Mae
How oddly romanticized
the word "muse" has become
For my muses have been nothing but infuriating
and dumb
You're only as real
as the amount of your soul I see.

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
Life and Death
Love and Hate
A life lived ******
Is a live lived lonely
You never really know how bad it was















































until it's over.
Neither did he regret falling in love,
nor did he regret losing his heart.
What he did regret was-
Losing himself in the midst of love's play.

After she left,
he simply disappeared,
For there was no love,
no heart,
And no " I ''.
What I am
What I'm not
What I was
What I thought
What I had
What I lost
Makes no difference
If I don't know what

What I've given
What I've bought
What I'm missing
What I've got
What I do
What I don't
Makes no difference
If I don't know what

What I've fought
What all for naught
What I've found
What I've sought
What I've let go
What I've caught
Makes no difference
If I don't know what
I don't notice
The missing stars
In the skies
But I noticed
The missing sparkle
In your eyes

And in the bleakness
Of it all
The deep black of night
I wonder what might be wrong
And how I can make it right...
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
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