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I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR EXISTING

All those who chatter behind my back only confirm that I'm moving forward.
I don’t slow down—
their criticism, their slander is my fuel.
Disguised applause
from those who never had the guts to walk in my place.
They have no purpose but to judge—everything, all the time.
Whoever is behind me will stay there until my dusk.
No one lives inside

Existing Measures

Existence is order or chaos bound

And forever marred with uncertainties

Until we're planted six feet under ground 

We travel between the eternities

Raining in Summer

"Raining in Summer" Contest
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"Raindrops" Contest
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2nd Place

It's raining.
Well, it was at least.
I'm just a nobody in their parents' garage witnessing the aftermath.

And it's raining.

After so long.
I love the rain.
The way it clears the air. Makes it thin. Thinner.
Easier to breathe. And savour the taste. 
It's on my tongue now. Pinewood and

Existing

As I gaze the stars at night
Bright diamonds twinkling,
Minuscule within this space
And life no inkling...

Yet inspiration stirs my soul
And vision all is mine
To express the massiveness 
Universe divine.

The cosmos and my inner core
Life entwined is pleasant
As past has gifted all to be
Harmonious and present.

Murmurs of My Heart

law sound of traditional drums - hapiness flies highly like eagle.

Non Existing Baby Boy Inner World

The biggest question of language in text book demands,
Primarily, 
-Are you diaper trained? 
Secondly,
-I do not care about your Brest fed strength. 
DAMN! 
 
And all I will show you that I can afford a display board 
live and 24 hour befitting services 
For sisterhood, for brotherhood, 
 
Holy Garbage and trivial Garbage 
Michelle with

Existing

Sealed emotions, needing escape. 
Like a cancer out of control, 
hate and anger eat at my soul. 
The love we shared, has died. 
Right now we are both alive. 
Seeing you sparks my fuse, and 
I am ready to explode. 
This house is not a home. 
I have shelter from the storm. 
But I don't

Existing In Reality

Life is like a poetry, 
having the deepest meaning; 
It has rhythm and beauty, 
as well as form of something. 

Form: Tanaga

Existing In a World of Sorrow

There was confusion
and devastation
followed by a feeling of extreme desperation
as I longed for rejuvenation
so as to go back into the world that I once knew
a world where equanimity
was so true.

But this I was helpless to achieve
just as I was not able to foresee
all that was in store for me
and as I tried to understand
through a

Existing, Not Living

The tears left marks on her face.
The lines of stress still present.

They stole her life from our hands, not a 
trace of the beautiful person that was living.

The tears cried on these streets. Us lowly, 
poor people existing not living.

They stole so much from our lives. Lives now 
hand to mouth, always begging. 

They crushed

He Died For Freedom and a Short Story

He died for freedom and the righteous cause of liberty.
He gave up his own life so others could enjoy liberty.
"OOH What a lucky man he was. OOH What a lucky man
he was.....Nobody could save him so he laid down and he died."***

The Short Story.*** "Oh What a Lucky Man he was."***

He died alone with no

The Wonderful World of Fanasty Ficton

Oh! What a wonderful world of fantasy fiction.
Especially "the wonderful world Disney.  What
A very special remarkable place to be. "It is
Truly the happiest place on earth."
What a pleasant day to spend the daytime,
noontime and nighttime!

Day dreams could become the most remarkable
Things more precious than sparkling diamonds
Of Stars in the midnight sky.

They could be more

The Agony of Existing

Pray,
If Existing requires it that we suffer,
That we gain not that which we seek,
That the lump on our heart keeps getting heavier,
Have you ever wondered
If it might be simply because
The Power who created us
Might be suffering as well?

Maybe It suffers for reasons known to itself,
Maybe It be an artist who cannot find its meaning
In a

A None Existing Father

You can't miss what never exist
From time of birth you were never around.
Once you do come around.
Your treatment become a pass around 
From one chick to another like a harlot house of practice.
You tell your lies  for attention and to get laid.
You win they heart and they tell you they need to get paid.
While

Is It

I don't know 
how much longer 
I can survive 
surrounded by those 
that hurt me 
and lie.
Is it considered suicide 
if you just give up and die? 
I have never been so alone 
I thought the cracks in me
would begin to heal. 
But they are reopened daily 
pain is all I can feel. 
Is it

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