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What Is the Sign- Mathematics

My pencil's lead taps the paper,
My mind confused and in a mess,
It seems I'm searching for an answer,
That basic math, will not assess,

No! This is calc. Trigonometric function,
Yet my mind beckons sociology,
Perhaps the answer lays in psych,
Or even logistics possibly,

The question, What is the sin(x)?
Has an annunciation that leaves me bewildered,
It seems my mind has wondered off,
Because a text was just delivered,

From my ex, nontheless,
A man with the power to misconstrue,
All the principles of math,
And gravitational laws that apply to you,

What is the sign of ex?, (sin(x))
Well my ex is but a man, 
So when x is one, it seems there is none,
For the answer is merely zero, Zero, I scribble with my hand,

Generally speaking the sin(x) is y,
I wonder why he didn't call back,
The sign from my ex that did perplex,
Was why he couldn't say goodbye.

To be continued...

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The Lies You Tell

Not your last name, not even your age,
You set the scene, I cleared the stage,
And you did give the act of a lifetime,
Twisting matters of the heart, and of the mind,

Telling me lies, never the truth,
Taking advantage of my youth,
How had I been so naive,
To trust in you, truly believe? 

Nothing could have prepped me more,
Than the red flags, I did ignore,
Yet still, trusting you as a friend
I was surprised by the un-mentioned,
Your secret secrets left me conflicted,
I questioned why, while left bewildered,
Like a broken record, stuck re-hashing events,
I kept on replaying every single moment,

But If it's all about perception,
I was fond of your deception,
Captivated many times,
In love with your beautiful mind,

I should have tread lightly on your stage of sorts,
With foundation built on the truths you'd contort,
But given, it was all built up on a lie,
I fell quickly, collasped, and wondered why,

Now I'm left feeling angry, manipulated...alone,
And whenever you call, I'm dodging the phone,
But you keep on calling, from private sometimes,
And I'm falling for your trap, just to hear your voice one last time

Then my fingers start dialing your number, 
My heart two seconds from a stroke,
A stranger does answer, 
and like I've got lung cancer suddenly I choke
"But what of the times we've had",
 Forget them and the games you play!
And dare I say it? Yes I'll say it!
 "You're going to learn some day"

Sometimes it's easier to blame myself,
Than to compromise my mental health,
Questioning why I'm missing you,
Although your heart just wasn't true,

But I know I fell in love with your deception,
And twisted love was my perception,
The battle I struggled to let go,
Is one my heart will always know,

But my heart shall beat on,
Even though your presence is gone,
I shall live life and I shall laugh,
And I shall love adventure's path,

But when the night is still, and silence surrounds me,
While reminiscing, it's you that I'll see
Deep in my conscience you shall creep,
I'll lose myself, you'll make me weak

And in those moments I guess...
Just let me live with your deception.

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Silent Cry

Heartache the silent quake of my sensory, 
Erratic spirit in a body that lays still,
Listless movement the effect of spent energy,
Pleasing someone who meant only ill will,

May the feeling leave me quickly,
Emotional abuse hurt me deeply

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A Woman's Work, a Woman's Worth

The baby is crying, you're busy texting,
Or scrolling through social media,
I take a deep breath, I'm feeling the stress
Yet to you, my life couldn't be easier

A break, a break...can I get a break?,
To do some of the things I did before,
I'm tired, exhausted, and overwhelmed,
Though these signs you do ignore

"Look at my little man, look at my little boy"
Is what I hear as you coo, 
Yet you show no effort, not a measly attempt,
For the one made in the image of you

A break, a break...can I get a break,
To do some of the things I did before,
I'm tired, exhausted, and overwhelmed,
Though these signs you do ignore

I'm changing the diapers, I'm giving the baths,
Then saving energy to clean up behind you,
Understanding you work, but I need a break,
I need 'me time' sometimes, it's true

A break, a break...can I get a break,
To do some of the things I did before,
I'm tired, exhausted, and overwhelmed,
Though these signs you do ignore

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My Friend

If only ever your friend,
Given there are no titles,
Then, a good friend you are,

When I'm feeling down and lonely,
I can call you,
You're never far,

A good friend, 
You are a great friend,
There for me in my time of need

You're a great friend,
Yes, a kindred spirit,
For which I'm thankful indeed

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Awol At the Aorta Part 1

Awol on the aeorta,
I've built a wall around my heart,
Trying to suppress that which is grieving,
But it's still ripping me apart,

The night falls, elevating whispers,
From the silent gasps and muffled breaths,
Of a young lady in her twenties,
Crying alone and quite depressed, (left in distress)

I recognize her, I recognize this,
A mirrored scene like deja vu,
A woman weaping for a fallen soldier,
Only this time, I am you,

Those last moments start flickering,
Upon the gloomy, dark display, 
Of closed lids, soggy eye-lids,
Projecting everything on replay,

My hands grasping the sheets,
My mind on forward and rewind,
As if on cue, I hear you too,
Amongst my stifled cries

My conscience replaying the voice,
Hunting me now is the sound,
Of those uttered words, that still disturb,
You sounding so sure, it's resound

"Call me, I'll be here", I hear you tell me,
Though your presence now lost,
A call too late, maybe on the wrong date
My sanity (it) shall cost,

"Call me, I'll be here", again it echoes. 
Best said, forgiveness I now seek
My heart racing, my memory chasing,
Every essence of you makes me weap,

I still remember you crying in Daddy's ears,
Moments before he passed me the phone,
Yet when we spoke you changed your tone,
For me you wanted to be strong,

How alarming it was to hear you cry,
Like a leap year, (it was) a rare occaission
You stood tall and with pride, taking fear for a ride, 
Standing at a whopping 5'11,

But it seems one day on Friday the 13th,
While you were stationed on the army base,
A gun was triggered, by the love of your life,
Which continues to baffle me to this day,

It was he, who you cried for when speaking to father,
A lost soldier conquering demons of the mind,
A mental affliction called PTSD
Deteriorated his spirit over time,

He was a soldier in pain, with PTSD,
Even more a father, a spouse, in distraught,
His sweet baby, The heart of his world,
Now the source of his paranoid thought,

Persistent accusations of cheating,
And all the places his mind did go,
The struggle he bore to fight those demons,
Now just part of the media’s show.

I try to find a level of understanding
But this battle I fight on my own,
As guilt consumes me, recurrent thought
Why hadn't I dialed your phone...

In time

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Love Triangle

There's you, there's me, 
Then him, All three,
All living in a lie,

Your love, our love,
His love of me,
Is that which makes me cry,

Sad is the woman,
With two dear loves,
She's sad 'cause she can't let go,

Heart-broken the men,
She's stuck in the middle,
Twisted love that continues to grow

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Other Half

He and I, 

Are one in the same,  

His spirit coequal in essence, 

  

Like two crooked branches, 

Of the same tree,  

Our core being the same...twisted, yet pleasant  

 

Our core being the same,  

Like the being is one, 

We parallel like the splitting of souls, 

 

The way he mirrors my action, 

With uncanny reaction, 

As though he is the half to my whole 

 

Belligerent he is,  

When the tide is strong 

His patience a thing of the past, 
 

He dies for release,  

Bares bottled, occult emotion,  

Then recoils iridescent and rash, 

 

If only he knew that I’m here for life, 

We are one, 

I am his, he is mine, 

 

I’ll hold his hand, 

‘till the very end, 

For evanescent is our time

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Lucid-Toxicity

Here I lay in wanting
Here I lay with need
To hear from you, In desperation
My psych, your thought does feed

But how

The last of us was bitter
Twisted, confusing, and deceiving
In trying to do the right thing
Your frail heart I was mistreating

But how

Can I live without your voice
Shall I thrive without your thought
Your mind brung me to life
Without your presence, my soul shall rott 

The Truth Is

I want to hear from you
I want to hold, hug, and be near
But after all we've done to one another
The toxicity is lucid,clear

The Truth Is

We are toxic for one another,
And neither shall take the blame,
You're my addiction, I'm your affliction
You are my twin flame

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Ring Ring Ring

My heart's beating rapidly,
And let this be my tragedy,
That I, anxiety stricken to the core
Shall hit that button, (to)forward and ignore

Part of me did know
That you were on the line
Unbeknownst, I've escaped you
Another time

You and I both know,
That I am far from a stranger...