To know how I liveRead what I say.
I am no mystery.
Somewhere,
Deep inside the cocoon,
There is a light and laughter.
All this darkness
Is what happens
When a boy is left alone
And begins to believe
That they were right.
For abandoning him.
I don't think that
What you see,
What you read,
Is who I would have been
Were I born into a
Different Life.
Well adjusted,
A singer,
Had lovers,
Done good things for charity,
Lead a perfectly
Decent and Full Life.
None of that happened.
Sometimes I imagine that it did
Or feel resentful
When I see others living
What I was cheated of.
Do I hang my parents by their feet?
Blame fate, God, society?
Find solace in the New Age
Where wounds are justified as
Crucial Lessons?
It's all one big mind game:
Poetry,
Past,
Truth,
Pain.
I hope that redemption
Is immune and impervious
To bias and self-deceit...
Because I need a win.
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His eyes are so dark
like some forest before dawn
or the depths of an ocean
where bright flickering schools
move in and out of velvet waves
all sensation is nearly unbearable; there in the depths, so vivid with life, it is beautiful, and dark, and sometimes dangerous.
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From one of your friends who loves you dearly, and swears, though it's easy for us to say, all you have to do is head for the surface.
When you get there, your unknown unlived unaccepted Self will be there, too
Kimberly
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