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Stop. Everyone stand still.
Don't move a muscle - not an inch.
Breathing: not preferable, but do as you must.
There! Stay like that. That's what we are after.
Hold in your stomach.
It must look perfect.
You don't look perfect.
Get out. Leave. Now.
I know nothing;
Yet I know more than you.
I own nothing;
Yet I own more than you.
I feel nothing;
Yet I feel more than you.
I love nothing;
Yet I love more than you.
My life is nothing;
Yet it's worth more than you.
I am a rose.
Delicate to touch;
Innocent to the core.

You crushed my head;
My sweet, soft petals;
You left me no choice;
But to stab you with daggers.

You unleashed the demon inside of me,
You removed my sugar-coat and left me naked -
Bare.
It's your fault alone that you are now hurt;
Your thick, red sin oozing all over.

It's a taste of your own medicine.

I am a rose.
Delicate head;
Innocent from the neck up.
You cannot judge a piece of art
you do not delve within
each day

You cannot speak poorly of another writer's
sweat and tears
and consider yourself a creator

You cannot effectively write
unless you choose to read or record
each day

You cannot decide to tear my stanzas apart
but uphold your short phrases
and consider yourself a creator
Thanks for reading my '****** poetry.'
I hope you read this '******' piece as well.
You cannot consider yourself a writer or a friend if you choose to belittle something so dear to me.
Just little thoughts.
The fire ignites, in my soul,
only you, make me feel this whole,
and I know it doesn't mean a thing
but the thought of it makes my heart sing.
Whether this is wrong or right,
either way, you've made my night
 Jun 2016 Yusof Asnan
TKO
I forgive you for all
Of the changes you never make,
The blame I've had to take,
The broken promises that fostered doubt,
The nights of my heart being strewn about.

I forgave the friend with whom you left.
I forgave you for leaving him bereft.
I forgave your cowardice in the face of guilt
And my trust in you being sound as silt.

The shrapnel in your wake, left for me to sift,
Has created rift, after rift, after rift, after rift.
Although I duck love's fists anew,
I forgive you ***.
It's not for you to undo.
I related to a beautiful poem by Rose. Thus, I was inspired by: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653682/amri/  --- Check it out!
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