What has these hands not ripped,reaped or reeked of?
Anytime I close my eyes ,I see ghosts,
Garbed in white,and slain
Tomato red
Red stains,liquid dropping
What have my eyes not seen?
Hopes dashed,sparkle gone
Even under the moonlit sky, your dazzle’s gone
Wry smiles,on broken faces
Fake flies,in human form buzzing
What is it you see,when you stare?

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You want to lie on a bed of roses
Those red,petals that flow like princess gowns
Sweet like scented candles,graceful and fair
But unbeknownst to you,beneath those beauties,are thorns
Attached way before getting plucked,were thorns
Thorns that served as wombs,for beauty to bloom
Thorns that protected,and nurtured
Thorns that pricked,and bickered
They saw red blood,oozing from those they bit
Thorns that grace,roses..the womb from whence they come. Are you ready to lie,on a bed of roses milady?
Are you ready,to bleed red,for your red rose bed?

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To the girl,I was.
You were the most fearless,unbridled little thing I ever did see!

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For decades,I’ve wandered through this garden
Grasping turfs,and turfs of slippery grass
Even though it slits,and tears at my calloused hands,Once a while,a butterfly perches and it’s sight numbs my pain
My gain,is only in the belief that this war would help me bloom
For when the days pass,and years loom into years
When I bear babies,my own and look back into that broken mirror,I’d love to tell stories,of how I wore my wounds with pride

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Become one with what you fear,and mountains would part

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When the pen bleeds,blue with unsaid words,
And heavy unseen sighs,
The curtains of thoughts are opened,to those who long to see,and understand boundlessness
Bleeding pens,only speak to healing souls

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When the pen bleeds,blue with unsaid words,
And heavy unseen sighs,
The curtains of thoughts are opened,to those who long to see,and understand boundlessness
Bleeding pens,only speak to healing souls

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I can’t bend,nor break,
I do not know,how to.
I can’t cower nor waver,because
I wasn’t born with the gift,of hovering at ill’s feet.
I’ve only known fortitude,
I’ve only ever tasted fervor,
And fire,and ardor.
The burning,in my gore and two bright lights,
Keep me awake,when sleep beckons

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I will not be broken
I will not cower under these hazy shadows
I’d rise from these ashes,burnt and proud
These stained curtains of gloom,will not wrap my body,nor will ill taste my fate
When the dark webs beckon,my back shall I turn
My lips,unturned,my eyes fixated. Light shall know my name,and stick to it

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Stars,struggling in loopholes,
Blurry hopes,against thudding hearts,
Feigning strength,and smiles combined ,
Holding onto rotting strings,that might break when held too tight.
The sun seems to have lost it’s way,and shines in opposite directions.
Stars struggling,in loopholes,
One day,they’d find the right path.

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