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Goodnight

When there's no ear when you speak
and you are made to be an oblivious bargain 
when trust sounds so far away
and friends become quite cliche
take care, rest well, goodnight.

When feeling burdened,
burdened with pain
when family doesn't see it that way 
when there's no one who truly believes
take care, rest well, goodnight.

When misunderstandings are the new hearsays,
slanders guiding your every way
when troubles never seem to go away,
loneliness etched into your veins 
take care, rest well, goodnight.

Trials may come, 
dishonour on your name
whispers to crush or kill
even though life doesn't go as willed
take care, rest well, goodnight.

Wipe your tears
face your fears
bad days all come and go
remember that you matter more
than any pearls you know 
whenever sad, cry all you want
it's alright you know
tomorrow is a brand new day
so goodnight and hope again.

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Addiction

Don't tell me to stop
I would if I could.
I don't like it any more than you do
but when I say "never again"
I turn and begin to negotiate.
I caution everyone against such actions.
yet in silence when no one is around
I fuel the ache that should have long been dead.
I ignite a fire I should have quenched
then I come out drenched in shame.

A hypocrite I disdain
but that I became.
And they were right in all they said
I could if I wanted
I could adopt discipline
still I succumb over and over again
and put on an act to save my name.

A gamble on my reputation,
another day to battle an addiction.

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Echoes of Unheard Laughters

Whence did you learn that enchanting smile's art,
My own face takes a different start,
While happiness flows deep within,
My expression tells a different spin.

Can you sense the laughter's gentle flow,
I tried to mimic it, in the know,
But my attempt, a whimsical snout,
Echoing mirth, yet veering about.

My excitement's a spark, hard to quell,
Though you may not notice, I'll tell,
Your humor ignites joy in its array,
Yet my smile might not match, come what may.

How do I confess this untold truth,
That my cheeks have forgotten their joyful youth,
Toasting beers and raising a cheer,
Seems to have faded in yesteryear

Yet, I never grasped, truth to be told,
How my demeanor made others fold,
Jameson's silence, my friend's head's shake,
Unveiled the impact my expression could make.

So now, I ponder on that cue,
To turn the page and start anew,
To spread cheer with cheeks that rise,
And chase away shadows from others' eyes.

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Don't

I often stumble, errors left behind,
Yet my memory fails to hold them in mind.
They call me wild, perhaps a touch insane,
Yet solitude's my solace, where I gain.
To welcome you in, heed my caution's plea,
When I whisper "don't," listen carefully
to my, don't, don't

Don't read it
I think about how offended you made me feel
Contemplating the untruths you believed I'd never see,
Musing on the possibility, could a crush on me possibly be? 
I think of how wierd it was that I was accused of that crime in 2013
or how I feel I couldn't possibly exist
Hours of thought, a relentless tide,
To unburden my mind, on paper I confide
but... don't, don't read it

Don't, don't
 
Don't believe 
I think I like the way you speak
I think you have a beautiful smile 
and everytime you walk into the room you bring all the light in with you
so...I let you know
but don't, don't believe
Perhaps it's the eloquence that flows from your lips,
The beauty of coaxing your smile with little quips.
Each entrance, an opportunity to slip away,
So please, don't be swayed, I earnestly convey.
and... don't, don't believe 
 
don't, don't

don't love me
I know how crazy that sounds
I have a motto to always return a favor done in time
but how can I return a love when I don't know how ...to
look in your eyes when I'm terrified
light up everytime you walk by
tell me, how can I lose a friendship for a love I cannot buy
And if I can't buy your affection, I'll always stand tall,
Holding an advantage, no matter what befalls.
Thus, I implore, please don't, don't love me

Don't, don't

Don't go
Don't offer a smile when you turn away,
Then wear a frown when I'm in need of your display.
don't say you'll be my friend one second
and then act like we've never met, it's absurd
don't say you are my bff 
then let an accident decide the last f.
don't act like you're my dearest friend
only to let fate cut our ties in the end.
But if you really mean to stay.
then please don't go.

Always inquire, seek the truth that's true,
Is your intent genuine, or mere words that you spew?
Or perhaps let me be, in solitude's embrace,
For I err without memory, in life's complex maze.

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Reciprocal disdain

I was once asked, what's the one thing I despise?
But words faltered, for she, my reflection, listens to my cries.
In the mirror, her gaze sharp, like daggers, meets mine,
A silent dialogue of disdain, an internal sign.

I detest her patience, unrequited and unearned,
Kindness persists, tears withheld, a lesson unlearned.
A heart forgiving, releasing the past's unrepentant grip,
A trait I loathe, an internal conflict to equip.

Her unwavering persistence for love's elusive embrace,
Believing in hearts where skepticism might find a space.
Open to learning, correcting the course she's charted,
Yet defensive, perpetually on edge, guarded.

Scared of friendships, a fear she can't dispel,
Misunderstanding the world, a tale she tells.
Believing in change through explanations, a futile endeavor,
Apologizing, though blameless, a gesture she'll sever.

Her reasons dismissed as mere excuses,
Feeling misinterpreted, a sentiment she accuses.
Sometimes alone, a solitary state,
Concern dismissed, a consequence she contemplates.

Suppressing signs of sadness, a stoic masquerade,
Consistently right, a truth that won't fade.
Undeserved hate cast upon her tender frame,
Trust reserved solely for her, a self-imposed claim.

She despises me most, a self-inflicted plight,
Yet in mutual hatred, comfort takes its flight.

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Sticks and Stones

"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me",
I would shout out loud
with tear-streamed eyes
and sniffles that would choke me.

"sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me",
a saying I always stuck to 
when in an argument 
I find myself losing.

sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.
Not because I'm stronger
but you will never know me enough
to hurt me verbally.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me
or so I said, proud and bold
as I let your words enslave me.

Sticks and stones will break my bones,
but words may never hurt me.
Undecided I would tell a lie
to keep up the game I'm playing.

"sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me"
A vow I thought I would uphold
but failed so miserably

Yet I believed I was stronger still
than any needle your tongue may throw
but the needles changed to arrows as I let my circle grow

All the tears I couldn't hold in
would tell a different story
that sticks and stones may break my bones
but words leave a scar unnoticed.

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A Second Glance At Belief

You firmly declare, "No God," you say,
Claiming life's a game, no creator in play,
No guiding hand to greet each new day,
No reckoning, no one for mistakes to sway.

I once stood beside you, with disbelief's might,
Then witnessed people, under sun's warm light,
Worship ancient trees, with devotion so tight,
I thought, "How quaint," as they took their flight.

Gathering together, their prayers ascend,
For death, sickness, losses, their hopes extend,
Sacrifices made, a faith they defend,
Yet their god responds, causing me to suspend.

Those who proclaim, "No God," unaware,
Of powers mystical, beyond what they dare,
Who deny a supreme force's care,
Have not glimpsed wizards, and witches, out there.

If in these other powers, you put your trust,
I ponder why you falter, doubts unjust,
Why you hesitate when I confess,
I worship the mightiest, I must profess.

Is it because you deemed, He doesn't heed your call?
Or because you felt abandoned, thinking Him so small?
Would that be reason enough to deny Him, overall?
To say, "I loved, but He didn't catch my fall."

The moment you deny, it's trust you never held,
This thought, lurking beneath, long concealed.
The moment you sigh, unbelief, long withheld,
An opportunity you sought, your true stance revealed.

I wish you'd offer Him another chance, anew,
Blend patience with faith, see what might accrue,
I wish you'd believe, despite doubts you construe,
I admit, I'm quite persistent, it's true.

Don't mind others' words, their judgmental sway,
Look up to Him, for all answers, I pray,
In His grace, in His time, find your way,
With unwavering belief, let doubts allay.

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Embrace the Quiet

Could you please be still?
Your discontent is plain to see,
Written across your face with skill,
No need to puff your chest with glee.

Your arrogance, a volatile trigger,
A source of ill tidings, indeed,
Is your patience so fragile, so tender?
Perhaps it's best to step out, take heed.

No need for pocket or lineage boasts,
As deep inside, there's a scent of need,
Not the strength or power you'd propose,
But a scent of poverty, alas, indeed.

Social skills are a must to convey,
Bullying others into your clique's embrace,
A circle so small, it disempowers the way,
Find a kinder path, seek a different space.

If you struggle with anger's fiery blaze,
Don't wear it as a badge of pride,
Bringing others down in a harmful craze,
It's time for transformation to be your guide.

Your presence has become a bothersome sound,
No one enjoys a clown in full array,
Strip off those gaudy coats that astound,
For beneath the color, rags on display.

There's no need to fill the void with noise,
No need to try so hard, you see,
When words unkind are your only voice,
Silence can be the remedy.

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Maturity

They stripped away my former self,
Reduced me to a mere shadow, for "maturity."
Before and after, I remained the same,
But different personas emerged, all in the name of "maturity."

No more colorful socks or shoes with playful straps,
I was told, "You're older now," by the voice of "maturity."
"Compose yourself," they said, "Your voice is too loud,
And your laughter is awkward," all due to "maturity."

"Look ahead, not behind," they advised,
"Your dreams are beautiful, but not for you,"
I was informed, at this stage called "maturity."
Before and after, I wondered, "Why?"
Same person, different facades, all attributed to "maturity."

Oh, "maturity," you've transformed me so,
But what's the path forward, I must know.
How to live within, not without,
How to embrace the truth, cast off doubt.

How to express, not withhold,
How to believe and feel, be bold.
How to return to the child within,
And learn, once again, to begin.

The fault, dear "maturity," lies not with me,
But with your heavy hand, you see.
Oh, "maturity," why change me so?
It's a question I'm left to ponder and mull over.

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An Invisible God: Our Believed Conscience

There's this hidden God, like our inner guide,
Who must wonder if we truly decide
To follow rules, pretending with all our might,
Living in a world that's not quite right.

It's like a puzzle, truth and lies so near,
But inside, we fight a different fear.
It's a heavy feeling, hard to explain,
A part of us that's filled with pain.

Through the ages, things have changed a lot,
But this mysterious God is hard to spot.
We seek answers, but they slip away,
Leaving us in doubt, day by day.

It's like having a friend we can't quite see,
But we know this God is part of you and me.
A mystery, a puzzle, a guiding force,
An invisible presence on our life's course.