O death, I reconcile with thee.
A flashing reality I once did forsee,
Oft as I desire, I become void of these dreams,
Hidden within my crest of white lies and broken transitioning.

How I am draped a cloak behind a wretched me:
A future so bleak often I perceive.
A little while I escape from reality,
Imaginations become a tainted infamy.

I barter my time for a life of lies I didst tell,
O'er my dark soul so sweet as hell.
For I've made my illusions so deep that I fell,
A dream within a dream, I've made so dear

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He walked in through the cities and squares
In search of answers amidst his fears.
Rays from sunlight piercing through his basket;
Toiling in hope for a tad bit of glee.
His body buried within the heat that he may find
The bread he seeks as his feet catches one another.
His basket has lost its purpose,
For empty it comes and goes;
It's been carried away by the whirlwind.

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The devil tormented me with my past
To make me realise that I wasn't worthy of His stripes.
Deceitfully, he sets up a cage
And I lustfully drowned in this abyss.
Having become barred to the pleasures of my heart;
As he prepared them before me.
I snapped out of his games
and transfixed my gaze upon the cross
humidifying the fallen angel's words.
I never forgot the price and the marks from the Son of man,
And a testament,
that I have also become a god.

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This valley has become weak to be filled with misery.
Spun for years, round the clock and a strong piece this vessel wield.
There's a thin line between his and mine.
We all lose sometimes when we're at our different ends,
When we break away; world from world.— % &

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Pushing away all pains of the past
Till not an atom is left.
From my mistake I've learnt to strife
Putting all grievance aside.
Soberness an anthem of the past.
Facing the future positively, arms astride.
Merry nature a thing of the present,
Guilt and shame buried underground.
If our different worlds never meet
And if we met only to part again,
Believe me! I will rise.
Even when I am drowned by time.

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Movable mountain

People see your glory
But don't ask of your story.
The smallest of anything
Can become bigger than the regular thing.
I mean your small efforts,
Can yield enormous product.
Remember to go steady and slow,
That enables you to grow.
Haste and noise don't lead to success,
Growth also happens in silence.
You have to listen quietly to grow
And listen to others to help you grow.
Therefore don't be afraid of starting small,
Because it is not a curse to start small.
You're not jinxed or unfortunate,
You're doing your best at your own pace.
Soon it will all pay off
Because starting small is the best.
You're a project
Close to perfection.

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These pieces crackles in the fire.
"When shall my death be?" You think aloud.
The diamond in the rough isn't beautiful as it becomes,
For you will live, love, die and transform yet again

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Beloved, make your way down the shore
At half-past the mid-hour when the crickets rest on the grassy course.
Let it lighten your path with the full moon this hour.
Dance round the bon fire till you sweat out your regrets and happiness,
Let the waters tide and wave you beats to sing along with the winds.
Sway your hair in golden circles till you spin
And sit under the galaxy of stars til' you pace your breath.
Let your white flowing regalia sweep the surface of the earth as you walk away in victory.
The night is young, let it meet you once again.

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Each and everyday I yearn for;
Where hope may find you,
Sheathed in angel's wings,
That your darkest misery evaporates at dawn.

You are caved in its sorrows;
All that you dream of,
Finding that which you yearn for,
Far away from home long long ago.

The hour triggers your soul when you're so much in weary.
It is your desire to quench this insatiable feeling,
For silence exhumes you in many measures,
And escaping from reality is your greatest ambition.

Fantasies serve you a-half-life of hopefulness.
You dine in it when you try to breathe.
This circle of life you built around your head
Is fading away as the hour passes swiftly.

This price you must pay,
For having said goodbye.
For your body will no longer endure,
This you did create.

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The moon sits by itself at night.
The silence and emptiness collide.
I am haunted to bare my sorrows upon my breasts,
In this empty soul, loneliness is bred.

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