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The Unsupervised Stop Sign - Shorter Version

Without a brake in sight,
Like a relentless flood, I might.
My emotions overflow,
Defying reason's flow.
I deceive myself; it's not one more of my flaws to write,
I'm weary of not grasping how, or when, or what's right.

I’m searching for a conductor,
A call to order, A voice to caution,
To stop me from hurting, to fill my void,
Thanks to the Unsupervised Stop Sign of my heart's state.
I can't discern when to stop or to start,
I navigate this journey with just one heart.

No engine, no fuel, no guiding hand,
My "no" often misread, misunderstood,
And my "stop" rarely halts, as it should,
Making no impact, resembling a whisper in the middle of a war, The war from within.

It’s all in my destiny, the weight I bear for being too trusting,
All concealed beneath a veil of humility; it’s frustrating.
I walk away when I yearn for you to stay being uncertain whether to shoulder the blame or point a finger.
Why can’t you decipher the Unsupervised stop sign of my soul?

I’m left with one last dilemma again.
Is this invisible doodle a sign of love?
As usual I’m left in my usual noodle.

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The Unsupervised Stop Sign

Without a brake in sight,
Like a relentless flood, I might.
My emotions overflow,
Defying reason's flow.
I deceive myself; it's not one more of my flaws to write,
I'm weary of not grasping how, or when, or what's right.

I’m searching for a conductor,
A call to order, A voice to caution,
To stop me from hurting, to fill my void,
To shield me from my self-inflicted pain,
Harming myself, jeopardizing my fate,

Thanks to the Unsupervised Stop Sign of my heart's state.
I can't discern when to stop or to start,
I navigate this journey with just one heart.
No engine, no fuel, no guiding hand,
Countless heartbreaks written in the sand,
The sand in my heart,
My "no" often misread, misunderstood,
And my "stop" rarely halts, as it should,
Making no impact, resembling a whisper in the middle of a war,
War from within.

It’s all in my destiny.
This is the weight I bear for being too trusting,
All concealed beneath a veil of humility; it’s frustrating.
I walk away when I yearn for you to stay,
Uncertain whether to shoulder the blame or point a finger.
Why can’t you decipher the Unsupervised stop sign of my soul?

I’m left with one last dilemma.
Is this invisible doodle a sign of love?
Then I’m left in my usual noodle.

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A New Year

In the glass of January, I found sanctuary,
A sip of new beginnings, a common melody.
Gulped down resolutions, though they proved fake,
Choked on cut ties, decisions to forsake.
A drag of Christmas songs, a nostalgic embrace,
Oops, it's almost April, time's swift chase.