Praise to the Lord!

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The sun hangs high glorious in appearance.Almost every day, it shines.Its reflection casts off raw light and beautyAnd brings praise to the Lord!My face, some grin, and I assume why.Some turn back like it’s leprosy,As if it’s splashing and only the surface of their skinI don’t know if it praises the Lord? The trees stand… Continue reading Praise to the Lord!

Right & Wrong

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As far as I could remember,Right was taught everywhere.Wrong was frowned upon.I’m sure I’m not the only one. Even with eyes closed,Even when sound is muzzled,Even when lights are turned off,We always know the way. Yet, we pretend to be blind,We pretend to be boundBy the whims of this worldAnd cast off the old. When… Continue reading Right & Wrong

Kryptonite

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I’m not difficultNeither easy.I’m different.All of us are.But I always question,“How can one have a hundred friendsOr let’s say fifty and he or sheKnows all of them and keep upWith them like friendship goals?”I don’t know whyWhen this person is supposedTo be friendly,But when it comes to meHe/she keeps quiet.Why do I have to make… Continue reading Kryptonite

Flinching, Stuttering, Freezing

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I flinched.I stuttered.I finally froze.Remember when pinksAnd reds commencedA war — a word war.That when you tried to be quietAnd both armiesPushed you to take a side,And when you didYou had to be ready withGuns and knivesShot at you,And be ready also for your bombsAnd swordsAnd your armor so that blood wouldn’t spill out,And never… Continue reading Flinching, Stuttering, Freezing

5’6″

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It ended at 5′ 6″.But would I have been tallerIf I had played basketball?If my father had been passionate?That I had to attend programsOn dribbling and shooting.But would I have been tallerIf I had taken supplements?If my mother had been persistentThat I had to take once a dayAnd ate the right food and slept well.Maybe… Continue reading 5’6″

Beer Belly

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I blame you, TV!I blame you, magazines!I blame you, gorgeous actors!I blame you, gym!I blame you, romantic erotic novels!I never find satisfactionEvery time I see myselfBefore that glass.Why can’t I make it flat?Muscular? Ripped?I am trying hard.I just want to goShirtless on a beach.I’m tired of donningRash guards that hideThe obvious beer bellyThat doesn’t go… Continue reading Beer Belly

One Summer Day

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One summer day,In the beach,The sun was out.The screams were abrasive.The runs came back and forth,From the shore to the water.The water felt right.I dipped myself for hours.I saw my cousins’ beaming faces.There was freedom,Until my aunt screeched,“Look at you! You’re very dark now!”Right after that,Winter started to fall,Not slowly but fast,The water froze,And I… Continue reading One Summer Day

Dark Spots

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I am old.No one can deny that.No one ever guessed it wrong.I’m way beyond the numbersIn the calendar.I still behave like a stupid child.I still watch TV on Netflix.I schedule them as if it’s airedOn broadcast TV.I listen to music endlessly.I listen to charts and on the lookoutFor up-and-coming artists.I concentrate on moviesLike memorize the… Continue reading Dark Spots

Killing Me Slowly

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Please keep your eyes to yourself!I don’t want you to stare down at meLike you pin me to the floor.I feel like I’m hell bound!Every time your eyes fly toward mine,I feel arrows hurriedly hit the target.They are not just ordinary arrows,They are fiery! Please keep your thoughts to yourself!I don’t want you to utter… Continue reading Killing Me Slowly

Roles

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You are a friend, for sure,I was sick, you got cure.I was lost, you found me.I was high, you made plea. You are a friend, so real,You arrange every deal.My life’s like a garden.All my words, you hearken. Yet, some words, some gestures,You do need some fixturesAs a friend, let me speakFreely and please don’t… Continue reading Roles

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