I'm no narcissist.
I care a lot,
Not for the others,
But for myself.
I believe in love,
Self love alone,
Because it seems to me,
That the rest do not deserve it.
You give them a hand ,
They will rip off your arm.
......
Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped
Once whole but now broken, this precious glass
Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays
A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered
......
I’ve walked this winding road, with faith by my side,
Believing in friendships, though many have died.
I saw a spark in you, or maybe just a flicker,
But even the brightest flames grow dimmer and thinner.
I held you close, through whispers and doubts,
Defending your name, while silencing shouts.
But life reveals what we often can’t see,
The heart’s true colors, its silent decree.
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In the halls of camaraderie where trust did bloom,
A tale unfolds, shrouded in shadows of gloom.
Once, a mentee, a colleague dear,
Now, a whisper of betrayal draws near.
Beneath the wings of guidance, they soared,
Together, dreams and ambitions explored.
Hand in hand, through challenges we strode,
But in the depths, a treacherous seed was sowed.
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I will go nowhere
To look for my enemies
Nor shall i go there
Because
My enemies are my brothers.
I shall blame nobody
Nor shall i blame somebody
who is from Abroad
For causing me terrible stomach
......
Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped
Once whole but now broken, this precious glass
Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays
A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered
......
The mermaid's voice echoes across the sea
Her singing is sweet as a piece of chocolate
Melting slowly in yr mouth
But when you get closer, it is evil like someone
Who wants you dead
Drowning with her grabbing yr legs
Until you get out a knife and cut free from her hold
As you escape to the shore
You are exhausted
However, thankful, you are
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the anger within me thrums deeply,
the way she speaks to others so sweetly,
and then turns to me and—
monster is all I use to describe her; double-tongued.
she cuts my skin deep with a silver dagger,
blood flowing as I try to run but instead I stagger
it anchors me down and weighs me under,
digging deeper with every move and blunder
......
tranquil like the ocean at dusk
in tune with the push and pull of the moon
and when the sea breeze comes smelling of musk,
it curls and whispers into my ear 'soon'
and when I hear it I recall when I once felt relief,
not really looking nor thinking that the next day
it would shift and turn into an overwhelming grief;
how it then felt as if what was torn hadn't been my trust–
but rather a broken wing and I am then hit with dismay
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I torture myself with these thoughts ,
Trying to make sense of me crumbling ,
A strong enough breeze could turn me to dust ,
But the wind is stalling it’s just dark and cold ,
I’m surrounded by a cage of broken glass ,
Picking up pieces of myself cut me little by little,
I’ve be played with broken & left for garbage ,
Once treasured with care , affection and love ,
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