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All the chaos in our tiny world
Is a product
Of our Emotions gone wrong
An Outer Manifestation
Of the hate inside the hurt
of the Heart!

All the pain,
hate and suffering
In this fading world
Is just an outburst
Of what lies
submerged
inside
The bar less prison
Of a human mind!
The sum of your thoughts Adds up to you Peace inside will bring peace to the world
The truth terrifies my human mind
Beyond the ties that bind...
Time stood still
And everything became blur
I was absent but stood I right there
Lost in deep thought,
Contemplating how
Dad left first
And then you followed
A candle blown upon by the wind
Our supplication ignored
A future denied and tears shed
Dreams shuttered by a boulder of sorrow
and a flower wilting, slowly dying
Uprooted and left to dry
Dyeing our hearts with depression...
Relentless thoughts creeping in my head
Like maggots crawling on a decaying carcass
If pain was a color what would it be?
When soaked would it fade
Like darkness every dawn.
I inspire
I won’t expire
I transcend
I won’t descend
Aspire to transpire
Make pages
In His Story
Make a name
That won’t fade
Through the ages
And paint your images
With full colors
That time can’t erase
Mount your fears
And they will take you far
Like a feather
Blown by the wind
Fear is the weakness
It cripples your mind
And weakens your faith
Random
Many say we learn from our mistakes

But mine are more than I can take.



They spoke a joke that threatened my fragile heart.

When threatened I retaliate.

When I retaliate, they call me a racist..

How great is this feeling called hate...



I can't seem to make people enjoy my presence

Because I am never present, always absent lost in my mind.

How can I find true joy when I lack the confidence?

The confidence to show true defiance and a face so radiant.



All the questions I have are answered painfuly so I never ask.

All the pain within me is held prisoner by my strong heart,..

The smile on my face is just a good mask I wear hiding the devil inside.

The miles I run are cycles with no end, circles have no end.

Imagine reliving this pain, over and over again.

Afraid to tell any for none ever will understand.
Pain is master

— The End —