See me on the other side
You might find
Raging behind the Calmness
And Stillness behind the Storms

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[ Lasagna of our lost others ]

storm comes,
carries away my smell,
blows off my colors,
keeping them for itself;

now you'll know
just how many
layers of people
I'm carrying with me;

why storm it's unfair,
for we both carry
our lost others
within us
loudly, and quietly.

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Your storms are just yours, you think.
But you forget, I am walking with you.

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Why do I always find myself
Caught up in the midst
Of every storm?
Loved ones and friends, alike,
Say they're forever worried
About me--
Pitting myself against all odds,
Exceedingly--constantly.
Yet, the only riposte to that
Would, incessantly, be the same:
"I like helping people".
I surmise
That in all these adversities,
The sole remaining cause
Would be my penchant
For saving the world, impossibly.
If that demolishes me,
In the process;
Then, let my God redeem me.
Won't He?

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Problems are like rain
Starts with woeful blizzard and ferocious clouds
Once the problems are confront bravely
They end up with crystal sky and beauteous rainbow.

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You can't say you are all right, top of the world and smile and then, suffer alone. Other humans may be petty, selfish, but if you pick a paper and write, everything feels okay. You don't have to be a writer. No, you don't need metaphors or similes. They are stars, and you don't need them. All you need is words because they are flowers. Some could write, gather words like flowers, earn their loyalty and wither with them.

Again, not all people who have stars are happy. Know the difference between having and earning things.

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i hold within
storms of disdain
and my lips stained
with brokenness.
we coalesce often
but, stay away
like we were made to be apart.
i think of the journey of riddance
but, thoughts seem
a little vague, a little scared.
you all at once,
cascade a catastrophe
that is more dire
like the one in my head,
like the one i hold in my heart.
you are a shadow of
damage done to my skin,
and a scar left on my soul.

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I was taught that the world can be tamed with affection and acceptance. Despite the thorns hugging and petals chiselling me.

I am waiting for flowers to bloom those kissed the ground after dancing in the storm.
I am waiting for the reverting footsteps of those, who promised to never come back again.

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"Why do you not tell them about how you feel?"

"I don't want them to know of my love."

"Why do you want to keep it inside you?"

"Because the storms outside do not destroy what's buried within."

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Let the storms break and destroy you;
Resurrection could make a far more majestic
and sturdy edifice!

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