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untitled May 2015

An everyday masquerade
Where each person dons
A different façade,
Yet are all the same
Because it's all
A feigned version
Of the real,
True being inside.

A sea of faces,
Pressuring you,
To be alike;
You have to be
One of a kind,
Yet those who are
Are outcasted in
Everyday life.

So all wear the
Same mask,
Masking the flaws,
The rawness of it all;
Because of the
Social biases.
A place where
No one can be their
Honest self is
"Society".

A society,
Which in definition
Is a community
Of peoples,
Is no longer so.
There are only
One type of person,
Which all souls
Take host in.

#society #mask

untitled May 2015

Two Haikus

The wind is howling,
Flowers are swaying sing-song,
Nature is alive

The water's falling
In its own peaceful rhythm
Nature's lullaby

#haiku #flowers #nature

untitled May 2015

With or Without You

Vulnerable.
The state I remain in when I am with you.

Broken.
Without you, my heart is scattered in pieces.

Whole.
You fill my heart with love.

Love.
I love you, more than you possibly know, *without condition.

Just some ****** lines written at midnight.

#love #broken #whole #vulnerable

untitled Apr 2015

I Can't Let You Go...

Remembrances of you remain
In the farthest reaches of my mind.
But I do not know why I cannot refrain,
The reason that you stay on my mind, I cannot find.

You're even in my subconscious...
At night, you cloud all of my dreams.
And I still find myself singing your songs while I'm conscious,
I am still not over you, it seems.

Somehow all I can hear is your voice,
When I hear a song you like on the radio.
You've taken up a greater part of my life than anyone has, without a choice,
An unbalanced ratio.

I will always love you,
Infinitely until I find one that can replace...
But you are you, and it still stands true,
That in a crowded room, I see no other face.

I hope you, without condition, love me,
As I have hurt you as well.
I hate to see you hurt, especially by the cause of me...
As I have always wished you well.

#love #hurt #missing #heartache

untitled Mar 2015

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The place she has in my heart is indelible, as if it were tattooed with permanent ink from that of a pen. The terms of endearment used and the way I would always smile just being around her, was my solace. She made my world, that was often viewed as black and white; polychromatic, infused with vibrant colors. Anytime I was with her, there was an aura of tranquility, and she was always there to alleviate any stress. But then, she no longer cared for me, which impinged upon my new-found optimism. As quick as she was to bestow upon me this great source of joyfulness, she was also swift to retract it.
The diversity of colors now vanished, no longer vibrant but instead dull. And I began to understand the concepts of love that viewed it to be evil. But her previous words of affection still reverberated in my head, as a way to haunt me.

#love #heartbreak #sadness #happiness

untitled Feb 2015

Illuminate

Bright streaks of light
Illuminate the rather bleak, dark room;
Shadows of the past cast upon its walls
Impeding upon the luminous source,
Threatening to mask all the remnants of the
Fortified enclosure that are aglow.
The dark ghosts taunt the unobscured light,
In hopes of adumbrating the new-found optimism.

#darkness #light #shadows

Jan 2015

William Carlos Williams

Pastoral (II)

When I was younger
it was plain to me
I must make something of myself.
Older now
I walk back streets
admiring the houses
of the very poor:
roof out of line with sides
the yards cluttered
with old chicken wire, ashes,
furniture gone wrong;
the fences and outhouses
built of barrel staves
and parts of boxes, all,
if I am fortunate,
smeared a bluish green
that properly weathered
pleases me best of all colors.

No one
will believe this
of vast import to the nation.