I won't be your friend for long.

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He called you,
he called your name
from life to death
beside him to reign,
so, you flew.
You flew in front on them
who once told you cannot fly,
but how did you fly?
why did you fly so high
sunwards into sky
up, up into the burning blue
pulling the clouds
that the sun won't shine
and the stars won't align.

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/Brametula/

(n.) the last light that shines

when it's about to get too dark.

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For me, a storyteller;
every friend is a story.

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I am the worst person
you could ever ask on a date.
Yes! I would accept-- put on
my shoes and clothes--
wear some nice perfume oil
and spray, check the time
and then jump back to bed.

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What a big world
for such tiny body!

what an unending lust for evil
for such a small heart!

so many wars
for such brittle tongue!

so much enigma
for such a minuscule brain!

so many deeds
for those little hands!

So many commands
for such troubled mind!

So many tragedies
for those heavy eyes!

So many dreams
for those tiny wings!

so many directions
for those confused legs!

so much pressure
for such already bent shoulders!

so many oceans
for those innocent eyes!

so many wishes
for a short period of time!

what a cruel fate
for such a beautiful life!

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Special people
are born sick.

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Hello God!

Why did you go
so far-- beyond the skies
and covered your face with the clouds?

Why do we have to be
in pain and cry in silence
before we could reach out to you?

Why did you send us away,
locked the gates and placed
our home beneath your feet?

Why did you drown
our fathers with your tears
and regretted that you made us
and built us a home?

why did you suspend
our world upon nothing
and not pillars, that we may find
a thing to lean on when our hearts
begin to crumble into pieces?

If the sea is not full
then why do they return
to the eyes from which they flowed
so as to flow again?

And why after toiling
away the day, we return
to the bed at night, naked--
and never to see the lights again?

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People do not value
scars anymore--
birth marks, stretch marks
or scars from childhood.

It disgusts them
to embrace their wounds
or brokenness.
Hence, they see it
as imperfection that
should be impermanent.
That they are flaws
and should be hidden
from inspection.

So they conceal with dresses,
white dusts and make ups...
or even surgeries.

For they are not aware
that the pristine is less beautiful
than the broken,
that the shape of us
is impossible to see
until it is fractured
and that we can only
make things beautiful
from the scars we have had
when we were not perfect.

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An act of kindness,
to some, is folly,
while to others,
It is a sign of weakness.
But to those who
truly deserve it,
it is an act of charity.

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