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I think every flower starts with a dream
To help the others
Grow tall
To live with esteem.
Sometimes there are weeds
who come between.
These flowers and all
the pretty things
they could bring.
I struggle to not unravel,
but this path I have walked has led me
through some troubling travels.
So I click "Add A Poem",
as I have done for years.
I pen down cleverly worded
accounts of my fears.
But as I walk this earth still,
I ponder.
How long I can avoid this
encroaching sonder.
For all of those orbiting my path.
I just want their sweet ignorance
of these evils to last.
For the greater good,
For happiness,
For love.
For the fact that if I save the world,
this is not what I want them
thinking of.
I will end the suspense here
For time has run out
On the clock telling me to face my fears,
Now I have no doubt.
I can tell you all:
I was *****.
And he got away.
And I have buried it deep
Until just today.
I noticed myself stuck in this pattern.
Of things that I thought didn't matter.
But I noticed how I had become him.
Creating the chances to do over
and over
and over again.
Things that weren't right
to myself within,
For me I call these actions, sin.
To explain in detail I wouldn't even know where to begin.
I compromised myself
to give others what I thought they wanted.
I became trapped inside my own devil
an angel haunted.
I have let myself and others take away
parts of me I will get back today.
I am sorry to myself,
and those around,
I am sorry because I hid all of this
feeling as though I let all of the universe down.
 Sep 2014 Tawanda Mulalu
bucky
you hated poems so much that you
became one, sweetheart
(tell me, does this suit your tastes?have i gone too far?)
i tried to write a love poem and it turned into a suicide note that doesnt belong to me
i guess you didnt find it romantic when i called you carrotseed,
when i pined so much that i turned my love into a grove of trees
you make comparisons between me and natural disasters like it's a habit you can't get rid of
but there's nothing natural about the way my heart beats when i see you
baby, your eyes have never looked better
No brain,
  Brainstorm.
Storm door,
  Door opens,
Opens mind,
  Mindset.

Set tone
  Set mood,
Set themes
  Setting,
Set words
  Set stanzas.
Set backs?
  Set match.

Match Mix
  Patch fix
Large risks
  Lines brisk
Heart ticks
  Beats quick.
Darwinist
  Poetry is.
I feel like,
By the time I'm finished preparing for my future
I'll be too old to remember
The things I enjoy.
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