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I Am Flawed

I wish I could go back and tell past me,
I don’t always need to make others smile,
I’m not a mistake, I’m just not carefree
I’m human and allowed to cry for a while.

Pouring my emotions out in writing, 
Has always been a safe way for me,
To finally let down the guard I’m wearing,
And finally, let my facade fall free.

I let myself fall, cracked and broken,
Sobbing in the lonely solitude,
Drafting up stories I’ll leave unspoken,
Because if I speak up it’s deemed, “attitude”

I’m not as prissy perfect as I appear, 
In fact, it’s all one silly made-up illusion,
I thought if I tried, it would all disappear, 
But that’s a trick and I’m no magician.

We all play parts in our daily life,
But negativity shouldn’t be a weakness, 
If anything, make it worth the strife, 
Instead of hiding behind a mask in secret.

I’m slow to ask for help but I need it at heart,
But what would they say if they knew?
If they knew that my health has been torn apart,
But it’s only mental so they don’t have a clue.

We all have demons to fight, big or small,
Each one has already punctured or clawed,
So I feel guilty asking for help through it all
When we are all messed up and flawed.

How I choose to act, or what I choose to say,
It’s all a cover, a hidden plastic surface
But my inner voices remind me every day,
No matter the disguise, I’ll always be imperfect.

Written: June 23, 2021
Contest: “Flawed” 
Sponsor: Constance La France

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Out of My Grasp

No matter how fast I run, or how high I climb,
It always escapes me, that being called “Time”

It is a cunning sparrow, taunting with each rasp
But with each step nearer, flies out of my grasp

Fleeing from my hands, away from my clutch
Just millimeters away but not enough to touch

Running up a steep mountain, I lunge to clasp
But stepping closer to the edge, I let out a gasp

Richly hued feathers painted black and blue,
Each trapping my limbs, my feet stuck like glue

Plant-like appendages wrapping around like vines,
Securing me in place to watch the minute hand’s line

Each tick, each beat, each shake of its slender tail,
Speeds up my heart rate and the pace at which I inhale

Staying in the same place, I beg and plead for more
More of that being which continues to soar and ignore

To this day the sparrow continues to hide and mock,
To glide around others and let out a triumphant squawk 

For no one can stop time, whether I am young or old
Only during my final breaths, the sparrow I can hold

Written: July 7, 2021
Contest: “Grasp” 
Sponsor: Constance La France

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Shape of Water - Updated

My shape is foreign and often hard to define

I am immortal, infinitely in a constant, repeating cycle,
Ice, water, air, I’m the first thing you need for survival

You search for me in hidden creeks and majestic waterfalls,
You find me as raindrops, morning dew, or even hail balls

I am essential, the very cause and reason you’re alive,
I float and mix in your veins and allow you to thrive

You are full of me, at least sixty percent composed,
You are one with me, from your head to your toes

I am everything, I become anything you put me in,
Whether the material be plastic, glass, or even tin

You freeze me into cubes or mix me into recipes, 
You use me as an ingredient, a simple necessity

I am water, something you take for granted these days,
But my shape is so exciting since it comes in many ways.

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Serenity and Sorrow

There is peace at the end of every war,
Just like warmth following after winter
There is renewal washing up to shore,
And sweet always accompanies bitter

Bitter. What’s more bitter than emotion?

Perhaps when the sun starts to set,
All because our planet is in motion?
And each day we’ll eventually forget,
As age creeps up on us like the ocean

Ocean. How can it wave from so far?

Its waters retreating and then it’s gone,
Falling faster than you can spot a car
And glistening with every crack of dawn,
Or shining bright, reflecting a single star

Stars. Why do we choose to wish on one? 

Deceased with every new day it seems,
The moon retired and work has just begun
Yet in the day we don’t shout our dreams,
Though stars are just blinded by the sun

Sun. Why is the sun’s role to start our days? 

What makes it different from any other?
Every star watches over March to May
All through the rain and vibrant summer,
Even through the foggy clouds and haze

Haze. How can we see through its forms?

Obscuring views like television static,
Or a written piece of paper that’s torn
You can observe its behaving climatic,
As it’s often followed by a violent storm

Storms. What can withstand its release? 

If anyone alone can live through its touch,
It would be time, passing to promise peace
Once the storm fades and loosens its clutch
Like lightning when it chooses to strike seas

Seas. Elegant and flowing without an identity.

Leading us with currents, back to tomorrow
Hope burying longing in our future’s destiny
Masking all hints and traces of elegant sorrow,
Sorrow that follows after peaceful serenity

Written: July 28, 2021

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Shape of Water

I am immortal, 
Infinitely in a constant cycle,
Ice, water, air, I’m the first thing you need for survival

You search for me in hidden creeks and majestic-looking waterfalls,
You find me as raindrops, morning dew, or even hail pellets

I am essential, 
The very cause and reason you’re alive,
I float and mix in your veins, 90% of your blood

You are full of me, at least sixty percent of your body is composed of me,
You are one with my liquid, from your head to your toes

I am everything, 
I become anything you put me inside,
Whether the material be plastic, glass, or even aluminum tin

You freeze me into cubes or mix me into complex looking recipes, 
You use me as an ingredient, a simple necessity

I am water, 
Something everyone takes for granted regularly,
But my shape is so exciting since it comes in many ways.

Written: June 23, 2021
Contest: Shape of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

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Escape

I’m jEalous of the wind.

The wind who flows ever freely through my curtains,
And escapes into the night sky almost twice as quick
Somehow without making a scene or causing a burden,
Disappearing faster than the light on a candle's wick 

I’m human so I Sin.

Waiting on a late-night text like it’s my last hope
Wishing and wanting to be washed away with the rain
Scrubbed clean and made innocent by miracle soap
Before tragically tumbling and fumbling down the drain 

Is wishing to leave a Crime?

Because I’m moving forward, but I’m not moving on
Just like a mouse hopelessly running circles in a maze
I’m stuck in a cycle with emotions still bottled by dawn
Optimism is a state, a forever foreign forgotten faze

Is it plAying with my mind? 

Am I imagining and inventing my own nightmares?
Whether I’m the hero or the villain isn’t evident
Hopeless, climbing a never-ending flight of stairs
Just to never reach the top or return to the present

Let me Perceive what’s real.

Reality is a foggy VHS tape holding onto the past
Pouring down on each frame, wishing to rewind
To make each and every memorable moment last
Or to erase my tears during the times I’m blind

Let me be allowed to fEel.

To feel the rush the wind feels when it puts out a flame
Or what the rain feels as it slides down in streams
Let me wake up to someone calling out my name
Urging me to return to reality and escape my dreams

Written: August 2, 2021