Triggered. Triggered. Triggered
A maze forming around me with each word
When will I solve this puzzle, will I ever get out.
Patterns arising from my circumstances formed each wall.
I believe it, I should. Shouldn’t I?

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I used to write because I felt incomplete
Like I was filling holes in my ozone with
molecules I stole from the cosmos
I used to write because I felt empty
Like I was stuffing the perforations
of a sponge cake with sugar syrup
I used to write because writing
was the only love I knew.
He was a steady relationship,
the longest one I've had.


I stopped writing because I felt complete
Like all the questions I ever had
were answered in a single day.
I stopped writing because pain became unfamiliar
Like the bizarre memory
of a relationship from a previous life.
I stopped writing because I didn't need to anymore
I had a steady relationship,
the longest one I've ever had.

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the love
is still here
ever so slightly quivering
underneath my surface
in the blood pumping
beneath my skin
i could peel back the layers
to find it there
watch as it gushes out
but
that would hurt

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Self actualization
Is beautiful

Someone who can identify what they want, and do it
Is Beautiful.

Someone who values self improvement, invests in themselves
Is beautiful.

Someone who allows themselves the liberty of making mistakes,
Is Beautiful

Someone with the emotional clarity to learn from mistakes
Is beautiful.

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the only way to love you
to love our relationship
is to love myself

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Thank you Airplane Poetry for helping us all
each day this NaPoWriMo💜

Lets start fresh
begin again in the flesh
(Poem in Caption)

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Today
was a disaster.
I woke up to rain
almost drowning
my scooter

(More of a rant
than a poem in caption)

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walls rough like sandpaper
and a slippery slimy floor
this room was a reminder -
that bathing was a luxury before!

(Poem In Caption)

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Review of a Magic Show

My parents took me to Maya's Magic Show,
At Ranga Shankara last week.
The magic show was marvellous
Filled with tricks that were unique.

She turned a snake into a pianist,
Made tea cups march on shelves.
She broke a table into pieces
And made the pieces fix themselves.

She taught us all a simple spell,
That made rabbits jump out of our phones.
She taught the audience a catchy song,
That made it rain coins and icecream cones.

She even taught us the magical mind trick
That made mean people disappear,
But I don't think I learned it all that well
Because my teacher is still here.

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Before blaming
the easiest issue
in front of you,
React to problems
within.

Can I train this
To being a reflex

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