Past

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"Breaking My Mask!"

"Breaking My Mask!"

"In my blurry past,
I developed a mask,
to apply securely to my face,
for every single...

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Subjective

Subjective

Happiness is subjective
even though happiness is infective. Joy is subjective but joy is connective...

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June

June

It would be perfect.
The Sky, the sand, the sea, all in balance.
Her hand in mine as we cross...

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A Happy Memory

A Happy Memory

Something Rare, and undervalued, memories,
Things that can make the world seem brighter,
or...

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Tomorrow is ours

Tomorrow is ours

Ripples in the water,
Patterns in the sand,
Echoes on the wind,
Destiny in our hands...

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WHERE GRACE IS FOUND

WHERE GRACE IS FOUND

I'm no longer tethered
No longer tied up and bound
I discovered my wings;
Where Grace...

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Familiar Face

Familiar Face

I can't keep going,
Scars start showing.
Missing keyboard keys,
Inspiration leaves....

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Daughter

Daughter.
Now wife, and mother.
yet I want you to recall
That you started out my way...

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Daughter

Daughter.
Now wife, and mother.
yet I want you to recall
That you started out my way...

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Vibration

Vibration
We are all involved in vibration.
The darkest day
Is made with light
...

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Ex Con

Now free ,
But not of the tag
that's tattooed on me.
The name (& stigma) linger on...

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THE OLD BOSS VS. THE NEW BOSS

THE OLD BOSS VS. THE NEW BOSS

Anger toward slavery from days past...

People holding grudges and yet, they think they're free...

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I Was Wrong

I believed it was easier to hate you,
Than to love you,
I was wrong,
There were many...

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letters to nobody

Day 1:
I saw a lake hidden behind the mountains
that was the colour of your eyes-
so...

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Childhood Memories

Childhood Memories

Lying there in bed
My whole life ahead
Not knowing what I would become
Wishing I would...

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Forsaken Footsteps...

Forsaken Footsteps...

Don’t follow the hollow in the wallowing shadows
Which allow us to stray away from the hallows...

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THERE'S BOXING GLOVES...

THERE'S BOXING GLOVES ON THE SHELF

In our minds we replay memories over and over again...

We feel the hurts each and every time......